#number five x you

[mangoshorthand]

Hii I'm a real sucker for your smuts and I was wondering if you could do a five one where he walks in on reader riding their pillow and thinking about him while doing it (and they haven't had intercourse in a long while because of apocalypse stuff and all that) and the aftermath where you can do anything with it after but I'd really like it if five was being gentle to the reader :<

Sorry this is a long req I hope you write it and it's okay if you dont wanna, thankiee 🫶

Your welkiee! Hope you enjoy. 😊 Lucky Fucking Pillow | Five Hargreeves/ F Reader 3k words, Rated E

It had been four weeks: four fearful, lonely, miserable weeks. You felt stupid, irritated with him. You hated the fact you were waiting at home for him like the sweetheart of a world war two vet, living on the letters he sent from the front lines. 

You held it together until just before he left, duffel bag over his shoulder.

“The situation’s dangerous; unpredictable. I don’t know when I’ll be back.”

On the floors below you, you could hear a bustle of activity as his siblings made similar preparations to leave.

“Why is this your responsibility?”

He looked at you, disbelievingly, the hand not supporting the bag went directly into his pocket.

“This is the world. Am I supposed to sit at home and wait to be subsumed by another apocalypse?”

You shook your head, bringing your knees up to your chest, not able to articulate what you were feeling.

“Let me come with you then.”

He let out an exasperated sigh, picked up the last of his morning coffee and knocked it back, shaking his head. 

“I’m not having this discussion again. I’d want you beside me in anything else, but not in this. If anything happened to you, I’d never forgive myself. Your best chance of survival is staying well away.”

“What if you die? What am I supposed to do?”

From slight irritation, he softened further. Bending from the waist, he kissed your forehead.

“I love you, okay.”

He crossed to the door, but a strangled sob made him turn back. Your face was suddenly red, tear-streaked. When you spoke, the words tore themselves from a tight throat. 

“Don’t go!” 

He closed his eyes, hand still on the door handle. He let out a breath and dropped the duffel bag, turning back around, crossing the room in two strides and holding you close, your head against his chest.

“I have to, angel. I’m so sorry.”

Since then, your days had been spent scouring the horizon for impending doom and following the news incessantly for any hints of what was going on. Your nights had been spent sleepless, remembering Five’s caresses and trying to get your head around the fact that you and everyone else could die at any moment.

You at least knew he wasn’t dead. He got messages to you sporadically; short dispatches from the field. They appeared mostly via an ancient telegraph machine stowed in Reginald’s old office. The most recent of these hadn’t been very encouraging:

We’ve got a plan, but it’s tenuous. If it doesn’t work, we’ll really be fucked. If that’s the case, then I hope to see you on the other side, -F x

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They were four sexless weeks too. You quickly discovered that it takes more than the threat of imminent death to crush the human capacity for horniness. Before that month, you would have thought it would be a deluge of cold water on your libido, but that was far from the case. 

On the contrary, knowing that time could be short, all you could think about was having Five in your arms again: running your hands all over his body, the feeling of his lips on yours and the sensations of his lovemaking. 

As you lay in bed, his phantom was a heavy, intoxicating presence. Your need for him was strong tonight. You rolled to look at his empty side of the bed and imagined his head on the pillow. His eyes (that fickle forest green that masqueraded as blue in some lights and brown in others), you imagined them shaded by his hair. You saw his raised eyebrow, his smile, soft and suggestive, with the dimple that only appeared on one side of his face, recessing two large freckles by his mouth.

You pulled his pillow to you and buried your face in it. It smelled of him. You inhaled it deeply: his aftershave, his antiperspirant, his shampoo, a hint of coffee and something more  indefinable: a more fundamental scent that was all him.

It was this last smell that made your stomach flip, that made you breathe in the scent of the pillow again. It awakened something primal in you: ripples from your center outwards; flutters down each of your limbs. 

Before you knew it, you were stripping off your panties and kneeling up in bed. One hand held his pillow to your face and the other held your own pillow between your legs. When you started to grind, it was him beneath you. In imagination, he was teasing you: not allowing you to get on his dick until you came from humping his leg.

It wasn’t enough friction, so you sped up your hips, snapping them back and forth desperately. There was a whisper of something, a tingle from your neglected pussy, so you chased it, sinking deeper into the fantasy and imagining his hands squeezing your hips, guiding you as you rode him.

“Oh, Five,” you whispered, feeling your body begin to respond, wetness gathering between your labia, “Five, fuck.”

You threw your head back and closed your eyes.

“Hm,” said an approving voice from the doorway, “that lucky fucking pillow.”

You gave a violent start, dropped his pillow and turned around. There he was, framed in the open doorway. You gave a grateful, ecstatic cry.

“Five!” 

In nothing but your t-shirt, you were across the room in a leap and bound and throwing yourself against him, holding him to you with sudden, tight urgency.

He immediately stiffened and let out a sharp groan of pain. You loosened your grip

“Oh my god, what happened? You’re hurt! Are you okay? Is it over? Is everyone okay? Is the world okay?”

He was holding himself stiffly, but now his pain had faded, his face was amused. He leaned forward and kissed your lips. On your side, the kiss was desperate, joy-filled; on his, more passionate. His tongue flicked between your lips before he broke away.

“How about this? l answer each of your questions if, each time, you answer me one in return?” he said, smirking. 

“I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too,” he said, smiling gently, “but that wasn’t a question.”

You were too happy to see him to have space to be irritated by this game.

“Fine. What happened to you?”

He moved as if to put his bag down on the chair. Seeing his wince, you took it off him and placed it there yourself.

“Thanks. It’s just a wound. There was an explosion. I was hit by a piece of flying steel.”

“Shit,” you whispered, looking down at his chest and the bandages that must be underneath his shirt, “oh my god, are you okay?”

“Hey,” he admonished, “it’s your turn to answer a question now. What were you doing when I came in?”

You looked at him with annoyance.

“You know what I was doing.”

“Yes,” he smirked, “I want to hear you describe it.”

“I was masturbating.”

“How were you masturbating?” he pushed.

“It’s my turn to ask a question now,” you said, using his own tactic against him, “How long will it take to heal? Are you seriously hurt?”

“That was two questions,” he said, stepping towards you, “but I’m feeling generous: I’m not seriously hurt. It’s a flesh wound. It’ll heal nicely.”

You looked at him with concern and he shook his head with a smile. 

“Now it’s my turn: what exactly were you thinking about when you were humping that pillow?”

“You,” you mumbled, “I missed you.”

“What exactly? You didn’t answer properly.”

You feel your face flush.

“I was thinking about fucking you. On top. Riding you.”

Five’s smirk grew, biting his lip and raising his eyebrows suggestively. You hurried on.

“Is the family okay?”

“All present and correct.” he said, moving even closer to you and stroking your hip in gentle circles.

It was a long, long month without you. There was barely time to think, let alone have the privacy for any ‘self care’ sessions of his own. Now that it was all over, his dick was complaining rather vocally about this neglect; insisting that if it didn’t get inside something warm and tight within the next five minutes, it would be most seriously displeased with the rest of him. 

As if to punctuate the point, it was now requisitioning rather a lot of blood from his brain, leaving him rock hard and almost lightheaded with the rush. 

“You’re so horny for me, aren’t you? Humping your pillow like a dirty little girl?”

“Was that a question?”

“Yes.”

You sighed as his hand snaked around to your ass. He stroked one of your buttocks up and down slowly, palm cupping the curve of your skin.

“Then yes: I’m horny for you.”

“How horny?” he said, immediately, squeezing you gently.

“Did you save the world?”

“Are you wet for me?” he said, huskily.

The fingertips of his other hand came to rest on your thigh. His eyes, dark in the low light of the bedroom, captured yours and held them firmly, authoritatively.

“If you’re not going to answer my question, I’ll have to find out for myself.” 

You looked back at him and his lips twitched. Slowly, he walked his middle and index fingers between your legs and parted your labia. He let out a low ‘oh’ as he felt the sopping folds waiting for him.

A jolt twitched down the boner now pressing insistently against the crotch of his pants. 

“How about you ditch the pillow and have a piece of the real thing?”

His fingers slipped slickly up and down your slit and you nodded, trying not to let your knees go weak. Your hands came to the hem of your shirt, pulled it over your head and discarded it so that you were standing naked before him. 

As your breasts bounced free, his befuddled mind could only think how much he’d missed them. He bent forward eagerly to try and take a nipple into his mouth, but froze mid-stoop with a wince and harsh intake of breath.

“Ow. Shit.”

He straightened up slowly, stiffly and leaned against the door, experimentally stretching out his limbs.

“You okay?” you said, worried. 

“I’m fine.” he muttered, hand over his injury, “Got a bad case of hornybrain. Made me forget I was impaled by a steel bar for a hot second there.”

You winced in sympathy and rubbed his clothed stomach in circles. When the pain had abated and he was again looking at you with lust behind his eyes, you leaned in and whispered to him.

“Looks like you’re going to have to stay still and let me do all the work.”

His lips parted but no words came out, for once unable to think of anything cocky to say. You could see the glisten of saliva on his tongue. You smirked and lowered yourself so that you were kneeling in front of him.

He laid his head against the door and exhaled as you deftly freed him of his pants and let them fall to his ankles. He squeezed his eyes closed, thoroughly undone by the mere suggestion of being sucked. He was even hornier than he realized. 

He groaned in a strange mix of satisfaction and need as you licked him through his underwear, using one hand to pull the fabric taught around the thick five and a half inches imprinted there in harsh relief. The stretch and your saliva made the white material semi transparent and you felt a pleasant twist in your stomach as the hint of soft, flushed skin beneath. You lost yourself, aware of nothing but the perfect outline of his glans beneath your tongue and the heady, pheromonal smell of him. 

He made another tight, needy sound as you put your lips around his still-clothed head.

“Please.”

How could you refuse him? Pulling at the elastic and reaching in, you pulled him out to twitch in the open air. It looked painfully hard, as always curving slightly to your left but otherwise sticking straight out like an exclamation point to his arousal.

Slowly, still inhaling that intoxicating scent, you took him into your mouth, slowly sucking him. You hummed appreciatively at his solid, hot skin between your lips. You were in heaven there, happy to keep sucking him as long as he’d let you.

“You don’t know how much I need this,” he said, weakly, knees buckling as you built to a steady rhythm. You paid close attention to his head, enjoying the little pop it made as it left the tight seal of your lips.

He looked down at you with hazy eyes, watching the way your lips pouted as you slid your lips up his length. When you caught his eyes, the pupils suddenly widened and he immediately looked away, head snapping straight back to look up at the ceiling.

“I can’t look at you right now,” he breathed, by way of explanation, “You’re too perfect; I’ll come too fast.”

You flushed, glowing with his praise. Though Five was a loving partner, his compliments were usually hidden beneath layers of self-consciousness and sarcasm. Him saying this now was evidence of how overwhelmed he was: inhibitions swept away in the rush of reunion. 

Slowly, you withdrew and laid your head against his stomach so that his cock rested on your cheek. You looked up at him adoringly, simultaneously enjoying the intensity of his arousal and giving him time to calm down.

“I love you Five.”

“I love you too, baby.” he said, voice breathy and hoarse, “Now, please god, take me to bed and treat me like that pillow.”

You smiled, rose to your feet and led him to the bed, helping him out of the pants around his ankles. Standing by his side of the bed, you kissed his lips gently, enjoying the way his dick stabbed and pressed periodically at your thighs. When you broke apart, you looked into his eyes, at his soft look with his thick eyelashes shading his eyes. 

Aware of his injury, you supported him as he lay down, helping him to ease onto the mattress with the bare minimum of pain. His solid presence in your arms as he let you assist him was bliss.

Though you were being careful not to place any weight where it would hurt him, he pulled you into his arms. 

“Please,” he whispered, “I want you to fuck me. Ride me. Just use me to get off. Use me like a goddamn dildo. I don’t care.  I need you.”

You smirked at this.

“Who are you and what have you done with Five?”

“Please.”

More begging. You didn’t have it in you to tease him, not when you too were desperate to feel his body against yours, to feel him inside you, to mingle your sighs and your pleasure with his.

You slipped him inside you and gasped. The resumption of this perfect coupling alone told you just how much you needed it. You knew you missed it, but now he was inside you again, you realized that it made you whole. His small keen as he slid home was enough to send a fluttering shudder from your center outwards.

“Let me take care of you,” you whispered, leaning close to him.

He nodded, biting his lower lip and caressing your hips.

Slowly, you began to grind against him, rolling your hips with him inside you, moving on top of him just as you did the pillow. This time, it really was Five beneath you, his cock twitching inside you, hitting and charging that sweet spot inside you until it felt like you were buzzing with his electricity.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned, “Five!”

“I-don’t-deserve you,” he panted, “So perfect. Perfect. Beautiful girl…so goddamn sexy. I love you. I-fucking- Ah!”

He always got more talkative yet less coherent the closer he got. He was watching your swinging breasts, hanging a few inches above his face. You leaned forwards immediately, keen to give him what he couldn’t take for himself a few minutes before.

He took the hint eagerly, taking your nipple into his mouth and groaning along with you at the change of angle. He suckled enthusiastically, hungrily; hand leaving your hip to rub your breast with his palm. 

His groans now sent miniature, warm vibrations onto your nipple, creating a new center for charge to build upon. As it crackled down your limbs, stoking the heat in your stomach and groin, you moaned, wanting to ride him hard- ride him like a bike - but you were reluctant to let loose in case you hurt him. 

Instead, you rolled your hips upon him desperately. Judging by the sudden shout from him and the ache from your pussy, this motion was to both of your liking. You were on the edge now, teetering.

“Gonna come. Gonna come.” he whispered, urgently, removing his mouth from your titty with a wet sound.

He meant this to warn you but, instead, his desperate voice gave you the final push.

As you came, your pussy clenched, squeezing him suddenly. His eyes shot open and he all-but squealed at the unexpected stimulation. His hips surged upwards, the pain from his chest eclipsed for the moment by this maddening, raging orgasm. It felt like your pussy was milking it from him, pulling his rapid shots of come up into itself. 

At last, you came to a stop. 

“Is the world safe?” you asked, after a warm breathless minute or two.

“Yes,” he said weakly, “the world’s all okay.”

You carefully climbed off him, laid beside him and held him. There was the fresh smell of his shampoo and antiperspirant. The smell of home if ever there was one.  After a minute or two becoming heavier in your arms, he spoke again.

“Well, the world’s certainly all okay now.”

He stroked your stomach as if you were made of paper-thin glass, inclining his head towards yours as he spoke again.

"I meant what I said: you are perfect, you know."

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You never know what kind of trouble you might find if you put yourself out there and speak your mind, and tonight, that kind of trouble is Five Hargreeves.

~One-shots aren't really something I normally write, but here's another one of me trying to give the people something to enjoy that is short, sexy, and sweet. 😉

~Set post season three. (the 5ish years later thing) Five is older, but still struggling with life and you happen to find yourself at a party with him.

~Title note: The saying 'keeping it under your hat' simply means, think it but don’t say it.

(9827 words)

~Rated Mature for sexually explicit material but still full of other fun too so you can skip that part and pop back in at the end if you aren't into it.~ Warning for the dirty stuff marked with a ⚠️ then you can come back in after the next ⚠️

Warnings: explicit sexual content, rough sex, spanking, daddy kink, super mild humiliation play, and Five pretty much being the quirky, sweet, and sexy guy I like to think he is under that hat.

Under Your Hat

The living room of the apartment was packed with people, and you didn’t know most of them. If not for Lila and Diego insisting that you had to attend their baby reveal party, you would have been at home with your nose in a book.

You had become good friends with the couple since you had first met them, and it wasn’t that you didn’t want to be there. The problem was you had always been more of a wall-flower type and not one who thrived in loud crowds.

Feeling out of place and seeing your chance, you politely excused yourself from conversation you were pulled into about eyelash perms. You had nothing to add to that topic and looking around you as you escaped the group of Barbie look-alikes that enjoyed talking about all things them, you noticed that you weren’t the only one there who seemed to feel the way you did.

Diego’s brother appeared as unenthused as a person could be. He was standing there with one hand jammed in his front pant pocket as he stared at the drink in his hand with all the enthusiasm of a sloth taking a nap.

You had to smile at that.

Five Hargreeves clearly wasn’t having the time of his life, but when he unexpectedly looked up and busted you looking at him, you swore his lips tuned up just a little.

Damn.

You’d seen a few pictures of Five in the press but he was never happy in them. Now you could see that he could break hearts by deploying even the smallest smile, which apparently wasn’t something he did often because that small crack in his otherwise somber demeanor was the first you’d seen all night, and you’d know because since he arrived your eyes had felt magnetically drawn to him.

You couldn’t help it, and you could only blame that partly on all the things Diego and Lila had told you about him. Because of them, you knew all about the infamous Number Five and not just the things the public had been told. Five may have looked young again, but he was anything but a naïve college boy who was just starting out in life, and you found his story tragic but also fascinating.

You couldn’t help but admire him and how he looked in his perfectly tailored three-piece suit. All guys tended to look good when dressed to impress like he was, but somehow, he was making the look so innocently charming that it was making you feel inappropriately warm.

Shaking off the jittery feeling just his quick glance had given you, you moved over to the kitchen. The counter had two punch bowls sitting on it for guests to choose from. Selecting a scoop of the one you hadn’t tried yet; you filled your cup with the pink colored poison then continued maneuvering your way through the swarm of people.

Just as you were meandering over to a corner to hide in, Lila spotted you and called out, waving you over.

Here we go…

You had every intention of talking with them again before you left, but right then, almost their entire family were over there and…

Yeah.

You had heard about the Umbrella Academy and the Hargreeves since you were just a kid, and you loved Diego and Lila and their little boy, but that didn’t make it any less bizarre or intimidating being at such an intimate gathering with all of them. None of them looked like they did back in their glory days. Those famous kids wearing their fancy blue academy blazers and goofy shorts paired with their superhero masks were no more but to say you were still slightly awestruck was a gross understatement.

As you shyly approached, you heard Five snappily asking, “Do you have too many tabs open in your brain again, Lila?”

Lila snorted as she took you by the hand, pulling you into their fold.

“Sure, says the so-called genius who talks to himself and who's romantically involved with his hand,” she shot back, then took a second to introduce you to her verbal sparring partner since you’d already met the rest of the family when you got there.

Five’s eyes narrowed a tad as he took you in, then his expression warmed with his dimpled smile as he extended his hand and casually introduced himself.

When your skin touched his, you felt a strange spark-like sensation that left you with quick quivering aftershocks as if you’d just picked up too much static. You had to bite the inside of your cheek to stifle the small squeak that came out of you from the sensation of it, and there was no mistaking the devious look in Five’s eyes over your reaction.

Then, as if he hadn’t just intentionally done something to you, with his soft looking lips still quirked up, Five looked back at Lila and coolly said, “To get back to addressing your needless concerns about what I do with my free time, of course, I am good with my hands and talking to myself. That is not news. I am a survivor and I take care of my business and always have. And further, sometimes I need an export opinion and I sure as hell won’t be getting it from any of you idiots, so just back off.”

“Urgh,” Lila protested. “There he goes again saying we are all idiots. Diego, my idiot, my love, Why did we invite him again? Oh yeah, because Five has no social life, which is exactly my point.”

Diego obviously heard her, but he continued messing around on his phone, rearranging the songs on his playlist rather than joining their argument.

Towering over everyone but looking meek as a kitten, Luther awkwardly cleared his throat. “She’s not wrong, Five. Perhaps it is time to spread your wings and fly.”

“And when did you do that again?” Five hissed. “Not until you were twenty-nine!”

Clearly you had stumbled into a conversation that wasn’t meant for your ears, but you had a pretty good idea of what they were talking about because Diego had told you that Five was very reclusive. You couldn’t really blame him for that, not with him being in an extremely complicated situation that would make starting any kind of new relationship very hard. Telling people the truth about his life would never be easy and from what you could see, most people didn’t seem interested in breaking the ice with the standoffish ex-temporal assassin anyway.

As you were mentally questioning if it was just because Five gave off the don’t fuck with me vibe, or if it was just the very little people did know of him that kept them away, Klaus reached over and squeezed Five on the arm as he said, “Don’t worry, man. I get it. We all do, it’s just-"

Five looked like he might bite his brother’s hand off if he didn’t remove it. “No, you don’t get it," he interrupted, "and I said drop it with your hippy guru therapy shit.”

Lila tisked and Five looked at her then rolled his eyes so far back that you thought they might get lost inside his head. She smacked Diego. “Hey! Back us up. Your brother is being a bore as usual and as much as much as I hate the pervy little muppet, I have had enough of his brooding.”

Totally distracted or maybe just still pretending to be, Diego slammed the rest of his drink, then went back to mouthing lyrics as he bobbed his head to the bass thumping rap music he’d just put on.

Taking a long drink of your own beverage, you mulled over what you were seeing and hearing.

Lila often spoke of Five with a distaste, but you could tell that under all her condemnation there was a fondness there built on things only they could understand. She cared about him, and the feeling had to be mutual otherwise she wouldn’t be bothering with him and Five wouldn’t have come in the door an hour ago with a huge stuffed animal for their son and an equally big gift covered in yellow and green wrapping paper for their unborn child that you were all there to honor.

Seeing as Diego was still ignoring her, and Five shut down his other two brothers, Lila tried again, which again proved that her meddling wasn’t just for the fun of fucking with him, though it seemed she was enjoying that too, especially since you’d come over.

“Five, all I am saying is, sometimes you’re the bird and sometimes you’re the statue. Stop being the statue that all the happy carefree free birds crap on,” she metaphorically explained. “You’d look better without all their shit mucking up that sour face of yours. Lighten up and maybe try hitting on someone not made of plastic.”

Your eyes popped as she looked over and grinned.

What?

Plastic? Did she mean like the Babies girls over there and their fake tits and lip fillers?

Shaking his head as he pulled a hand back through his hair, Five huffily sighed. “Not that it’s any of your business, but Dolores and I have moved on. And as much as your hairbrained logic proves my point about your questionable brain function, I’m sorry, I have to go. You’re boring me to death and my survival instincts are kicking in.”

Just like that, to your dismay, the most interesting person there started to walk away, but then Diego jumped in, holding up a finger for him to wait. He sprinted off to a closet by their front hall. When he came back a few seconds later, he dumped a fedora on his younger looking brother’s head.

“There, buddy,” Diego happily exclaimed as Five apprehensively glanced up at the brim of the gray hat. “We have been meaning to give this to you. The old guy who used to live here left a bunch of weird shit behind. It fits your grumpy grandpa style and Lila said you used to wear one just like it.”

Five took off the hat, blankly looking at it.

Verbally jabbing him even more, Lila said, “This really does complete your stick up your arse look and I am sure it will be a big hit with the ladies.”

Not sure what got into you as you watched Five’s face becoming more and more troubled, you rapidly blurted, “It’s true. I think it makes you look very sexy.”

Looking about as surprised as you over that coming out of your mouth, Five slowly placed the hat back on his head, then he proceeded to slam the rest of his drink and go back to staring at the empty cup rather than acknowledge your compliment or his family who were now conspiratorially looking between the two of you as they sniggered like a bunch of shithead schoolgirls.

Seeing as Five was choosing to withdraw even after you’d acted totally out of character and hit on him in front of everyone, Diego gently elbowed him in the side and said, “Earth to Five. Maybe you’d have better luck picking up a date if you pulled your head out of your ass and tried to be nice for once.”

Jaw working as if he was thinking very hard about something, Five’s deeply expressive eyes suddenly flipped up, meeting yours for just a moment before he looked back at Diego, and scowled. “First, it was a stick up there, and now you say it’s my head. “What’s with you weridos and things in my ass?”

They had ganged up on him, but there he was, defiantly standing there with that silly hat perched on his chocolate-colored mane while he was being all grumbly but somehow doing it while sounding more adorable and looking more handsome than anyone you had ever seen.

To add to your night of doing embarrassing things, glancing down at Five’s rather nice butt, he busted you again and so did Lila. Her snort of a laugh over your indiscretion was the moment you couldn’t hold it in anymore and you started cracking up too, almost choking on your drink when Klaus declared, “Looks like we aren’t the only ones obsessing over your cute ass, Fivey. It’s a force to be reckoned with.”

For some reason the predatory look Five was offering you only made your fit of giggles worse. His ass was very cute and he was owning that ridiculous hat and then some, and damn did he look good when he was mad.

He slowly licked his lips. That openly hungry look in his pale green eyes aimed directly at you and it made you shiver even though the temperature in the room felt like it had suddenly become volcanically warm.

Did the air just get sucked out of the room?

Your skin prickled. 

You stopped laughing and your mouth snapped shut.

Of course, this is when Lila and Diego had suddenly become engaged with a few of their guests that had just come in, and Luther was also talking with someone else, and Klaus had gotten pulled away. You were quickly feeling very out of place again. Not sure what to say, you tried to move away, but Five snatched you by the wrist as you tried to pass.

“Do you think I’m going to let you laugh at me and get away with it?” His words came out with a razor sharp edge to them, and at first you didn’t know what to say and he clearly knew he had you totally flustered based on his haughty smirk.

“I wasn’t laughing at you because of what your family was saying. I think they were being a bit harsh but it’s only because they care,” you nervously explained.

“Oh, really? Why were you laughing then?”

You swore your cheeks must have been glowing they were so hot as you answered with your partial lie. “I laughed because I think the things you say are hilarious. I love a man with a dry sense of humor.”

Five’s fingers tickled the underside of your wrist. His smile grew bigger as he flashed his perfect white teeth. “I am gathering that you’ve heard all sorts of things about me and yet you still think I am sexy? You think I am funny when I am being a dick and you evidently like looking at my ass… Is that right or did I miss something?”

He raised a brow at you.

“Er...”

After giving that very articulate answer, you figured you might as well die right then and there and Five looked no less amused by that.

The fact that he was trapping you and he was a very dangerous man hadn’t escaped your attention. The way he was looking at you and the way he was blocking your path were making that even more evident, but then he brought your hand to his mouth and threw you for a loop when he gently kissed the top of it.

You didn’t know what to say but Five didn’t seem to mind as he confidently added, “Despite the things they say about me, being good friends with your hand simply makes me aware of how to use it, and believe me, I know how to use them both and not just on myself.”

Five pulled you closer, his lips moving to your ear as he set his cup down on the small end table next to you.

“Since you seem so interested, I love to show you what I can do.” His hand tightened around yours. “To start, I could be a gentleman and save you from this party you seem to be enjoying so much. I could gallantly escort you out of here and we could get to know each other a little better, somewhere a little quieter…”

Gulp.

Did he really just say that?

Five’s smile turned sweetly innocent again and his eyes sparkled with mischief. “By that, of course I mean, I could buy you a coffee and we could take a nice friendly hand-in-hand stroll through the park, or we could do something equally as enjoyable. My attitude doesn’t have to be the only reason I yell and roll my eyes in the back of my head.”

He winked and your heart skipped a beat.

You couldn’t believe your ears. Five started to pull away.

“So? What do you think? Are you game?” he questioned.

Just then, Klaus came running through, flipping over the back of the couch before tackling Five.

“You can’t leave yet!” he yelled as Five went flying into the back of the chair behind him.

The crowd moved back but it was too late for you and the bowl of chips that went airborne.

Though smaller than his brother, Five was visibly not out matched and he could give two shits about going off on Klaus in front of everyone. Five surged at Klaus, shoving him back but Klaus leaped back up almost as fast as he took a nosedive. He launched himself again, this time frazzling Five’s hair into a fuzzy looking tangled nest but Five disappeared in a flash of blue then reappeared and nailed him in the gut with his knee. 

Klaus curled in on himself but not before snatching the gray fedora off Five’s head. Then wheezing with laughter, he smacked Five in the butt then ran away yelling something extremely mature that sounded a lot like, ‘Na-na na-na boo-boo, can’t catch me I’m the ghost whispering gingerbread man!’

You wiped a hand down your wet face and looked down at your shirt that just got splashed with the high-octane blue beverage Klaus had been holding and accidentally tossed during his ambush.

With his back to you still as he looked in the direction Klaus had run off in, Five angrily breathlessly panted, “Sometimes I really hate that asshole.”

His hands came up, threading through his messy hair, then they ran down his rumpled vest before he straightened his silk tie. He started to turn back your way saying, “The jellyfish has existed as a species for 500 million years, surviving just fine without a brain, so that gives me…” Five’s mouth stopped moving when he saw you, “-that gives me hope for- Him. Shit…” He started yanking his hair again. “Shit. Shit. Shit.”

Gone was that foxy smile and the smooth talker that seemed to know just how to push all your buttons. Five was fiddling with his hands at his sides like he didn’t know what to do or say now that the moment between you had been interrupted.

Just as you were about to assure him that it was nothing and you were fine, Luther and Diego came over yelling something about them acting like children. Seeing that Five was engaged with yelling back at them, you quickly hurried off to the bathroom.

As you entered Lila and Diego’s bedroom and beelined it for their private bathroom, you couldn’t believe that had just happened or how much Five had gotten to you.

Looking down at your nearly empty drink sitting on the counter, then at your sticky face in the mirror, you laughed at yourself.

In your head, you had already convinced yourself that you were reading it all wrong. There was no way Five was hitting on you, not when there were about a million other better options of people to flirt with out there in this world, not to mention in that apartment.

You were super buzzed enough to let your eyes wander places they shouldn’t and your alcohol loosened lips said some very forward things and he was just messing with you because of it, or maybe even trying to be nice since his family had been drilling him so hard about it.

Sure… Nice wouldn’t be alluding to the things he was, but still. There was no way someone like Five Hargreeves was trying to get with someone like you.

Was there?

Out in the living room, unbeknownst to you, Five had finished telling Luther and Diego to fuck off then he broke away from the crowd.

When he reached his brother’s bedroom door and found Klaus was lying across their bed, he glared bitterly. “Someday I am going to blink you to Antarctica and leave you there.”

Klaus just laughed. “Awww, sorry about that, Lil’ brosnap. I didn’t see who you were talking to. I just thought you were bailing, and I didn’t want you to go yet.” He lazily tossed the stolen gray hat up in the air and purposely nodded towards the door next to the bed.

Glancing that way, Five could see the light pouring out from under the door.

Hearing you talking on your phone inside, he looked at Klaus, shaking an admonishing finger at him. “Thanks to you, she is probably in there calling a cab. She probably wants to get away from me and this moronic family as fast as possible!”

Just as Klaus was about to open his mouth, Five brought a finger up to his lips, wordlessly shushing him. Klaus grinned wider as he twirled the old hat on his finger.

Five came in further, and Klaus loudly whispered, “That’s it. You got this, buddy. She is so wet over your cute little old man ways. Go get her!”

Five stomped over, stealing his new hat from him, then smashed it down on his head.

“She’s wet because you spilled on her!” he snarled, while ignoring whatever else Klaus was suggesting with his dirty hand gestures.

Five silently made his way over to the bathroom door again, raising his hand to knock but paused midair and turned. “Get the fuck out!” he angrily whispered.

Looking thrilled as ever, Klaus jumped up and skipped back out to rejoin the party.

Five took a deep breath. “Here goes nothing, old man.” He quickly readjusted his hat and softly knocked on the yellowed paint covering the wooden barrier in front of him.

He’d hardly pushed on the door, but to both your surprise, the old latch gave and the next thing you knew, you were standing there, with your shirt unbuttoned halfway down and Five staring at you with wide eyes and a rapidly gaping jaw.

“Fuck,” he cursed as you clung to the washcloth you were using to clean yourself while you also clumsily tried to close your shirt, but it was too late, he’d seen your goods and his face looked absolutely stunned from the sight.

“Oh my God this is embarrassing,” you moaned as you turned around, still trying to right yourself.

You were sure Five was going to turn around and walk away and you’d never see his captivating features looking so adorably flustered ever again, but then he stepped inside.

You looked up at his reflection staring back at you through the mirror and that look of shock was replaced by something else entirely menacing.

Five appeared right behind you a second later in a flash of bluish light and you jolted in astonishment over it. You knew about his powers. He’d even given you a tiny taste of what he had inside him when you shook his hand, but you’d never seen it or felt what it was like to have a teleporter’s electrified touch tease your skin by merely flexing his strength that close to you.

Your heart raced.

“Holy shit, you scared me,” you gasped.

Five smiled.

“Sorry. I couldn’t resist.” His answer came out so close, his breath tingling the fine hairs on the back of your neck as it cascaded down, making your thighs tense with aching want.

You swallowed thickly, then said, “I thought the door was locked. I- I-ah…”

“I am glad it wasn’t.”

Through the mirror his gaze shamelessly moved down your body before meeting your questioning eyes again.

“I was going to come in here and apologize for what happened out there,” he said, his words quiet and steady, a stark contrast from the torrents of butterflies that were making it feel like you might start quivering all over from him simply being so close. “That was no way for me to treat a lady I was trying to seduce.”

So much for those butterflies staying in their net.

“Wha-what?” you stammered.

“I may look like I am doing nothing while I am awkwardly trying to navigate social situations like this, but in my head, I have been quite busy. The last hour I have been trying to figure out how to approach you. I came to drop off my gifts, but you are the reason I stayed this long.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really,” he laughed, and you felt the back of his wool pants brush against your leg. “And it turns out Lila wasn’t wrong this time,” he furthered. “I heard so many things about you, but nothing could prepare me for your timeless beauty, or how your mouth moves without your consent because then I get to hear your unfiltered thoughts while your cheeks become as pink as your kissable looking lips.” His eyes lowered to those lips. “In my last relationship one could say I got lost inside my own head, so I am not good at this kind of thing, and I appreciate your candor. If you hadn’t said what you did, I would have never had the balls to speak to you.”

The points of his shoes moved into view next to yours.

“You made it easy for me and the math is really simple. First, add the bed, then subtract the clothes, and hope we don’t multiply. That’s how this is supposed to go, right?”

You rapidly blinked.

“I am just kidding…well, sort of,” he teased. “I know this is fast but speaking of honesty and saying what’s on your mind. I am dying to kiss you. Can I?” he softly questioned.

Without even thinking you whispered back a yes.

Five’s arm began to slip around you and his warm lips hit your shoulder. This was not the kiss you were expecting, but then again, you weren’t facing him and nothing about Five was what you were expecting.

“Do you like this?” he asked against your neck while you fell back into him.

“I do,” you quietly replied as Five applied a barrage of super soft kisses from behind and he tightened his hold.

Not letting up on his affections, he continued tickling you with his lips as the thrum of the song that had just come on rattled the walls in the tiny bathroom.

Was this happening?

Thinking nothing other than you didn’t want this to stop, your hands came up, reaching behind you as your fingertips slid along the crown of Five’s hat, lightly holding him to you.

For someone that supposedly didn’t get out much or date, you were thinking that Five was very good at this seduction thing. Then his hands at your waist loosened and your eyes flit back open the moment his magical lips detached from your skin.

He was watching you with a peculiar sort of expression. You were not sure what you were seeing. You could almost imagine his clever green eyes, slightly more crinkled in the corners, and his sharp jaw, all still the same but different as he aged and someday again became the person he was on the inside.

He was a contradiction of outward behavior and his young face under that old man’s hat had you wanting him in ways that were all sorts of wrong.

“You really do like this hat, don’t you?” he teased as your fingers latched onto the brim again then moved down to the silky ends of his hair that was flipped out boyishly behind his ears.

“I do,” you admitted as you ran your fingernails into his scalp.

⚠️(naughty part starting)

Five let out the sweetest sound of joy over the feel of you touching him, then his body pressed up behind you and you immediately felt the heat of his arousal pressed between your butt cheeks.

Your brain did a somersault, and your mouth went off again. “I mean, I was going to say that- Ah… That you look very nice one way or another, hat or no hat. I should have clarified out there but then I felt stupid for saying anything and then I got all wet and…”

Totally losing your mind and your confidence, you dropped your hands in front of you again, twisting them anxiously.

Five’s smile deepened. “For starters, I had been thinking of grabbing coffee and taking you on a get to know you better date, but now with you writhing your beautiful body all over me, you’ve got me thinking I need to get you even more wet before we can get out of here and do that. Will you let me touch you a little more?” he calmly replied, his eyes never leaving yours as he slowly slid his hands over the planes of your stomach, then down over the curves of your waist where he took your hands under his and brought them between your legs.

It felt like you were having an outer body experience.

When you didn’t answer, Five started to pull away and you reactively laced your fingers between his, keeping him attached to you as your body melted back into his like you were two puzzle pieces always meant to be put together.

As you slowly moved your hand in his over your need, there was no denying that you wanted him or that he wanted you, not with how his eyes blithely closed and reopened just as hypnotically as his uttered wishes rolled off his tongue. “Will you let me pleasure you, sweetheart?”

Sweetheart?

You whimpered and closed your own eyes to another one of his feather light kisses moving along your throat.

Five nuzzled his face against your skin, humming in appreciation as he brushed your hair aside and ran his lips over every inch of you that he could get at. The shell of your ear was captured between his lips, his teeth running along the length.

Unwilling and unable to stop this anymore than Five was, you snuck a hand behind you, giving his belt a tug so he poked you from behind hard enough to make your smile brighten with renewed confidence.

Thinking of his impressive erection and the scandal over the fact that the bathroom door was still cracked open, you started to rub your ass back into him very deliberately.

“Oh, fuck, the things I want to do to your sweet ass,” he huskily breathed as his fingers dug into your hips almost painfully.

“Do it then,” you challenged.

“I am going to make it impossible for you to forget me. You’ll be ruined for anyone else when I’m done with you,” Five darkly warned.

“I am not scared,” you purred back, and to that, Five gave a quick huff of a laugh and a not so soft nip on your shoulder in reprimand for your white lie. “It’s okay if you are scared. You’d be foolish not to be.”

After that matter of fact comment, Five contentedly sucked on your earlobe as his hands slid down your thighs, kneading them as he worked your skirt up.

Your barely contained sighs as you repeatedly drove your bottom back against his dick were letting him know you weren’t deterred by his warning, but to your dismay, Five abruptly pulled away again.

Almost right away your mouth opened with a flood of complaints.

“No, Five! Come back!” You had just whined so pathetically that you instantly wanted to hide your face but Five wouldn’t let you. His hand came up, forcing your chin back up so you had to look at him.

Looking happy as ever, Five then nudged his new hat up just a little, making him look even more unbelievably attractive now that it was sitting crooked. "Damn. You’re already a fluttering mess for me,” he said followed by a quick laugh. “You want daddy to do very bad things to you, don’t you, naughty girl.”

“No, I don’t!” you shot back and Five smirked even more at your fake look of indignation.

“Beg for it,” he commanded.

Of course, to that, you said nothing and tried to lay it on thicker, sulking even more as you carefully worked your ass back along his shaft despite his lame attempt to hold you off.

“Admit that you have been undressing me with your eyes ever since I walked in the door,” he taunted.

“I was not.”

“You are begging to be punished for these blatant lies,” he coarsely breathed against the back of your neck as he aggressively kneaded his palm over your bottom.

Undeterred by your refusal to give in, Five began urging you to lean over with one of his hands pushing down on your upper back. When you obediently did as he wished, he pulled his hand off you, bringing it back only a second later with a burning slap delivered to your left ass cheek.

Eyes peeled wide, you looked back at him through the mirror, pretending to be appalled, but you cracked quickly enough, smiling back cheekily as you said, “Uh-oh, looks like daddy is mad at me."

At first Five looked surprised by what you'd said but then just as quickly, he pursed his lips and shrugged. “I’m not mad, sweetheart, but that doesn’t mean there won’t be consequences for you not confessing how much you want me to fuck you. Almost from the start I knew there was a very bad girl hiding underneath that coy smile of yours.”

Five gave your ass cheek another swift spank. This time it was harder, the blooming sting hitting you both where his hand had just been and between your legs where the fresh flood of your desire leaked hotly onto your panties.

“You’re a dirty girl who wants daddy to fuck you hard. Say it.”

You didn’t, so he did it again. As Five’s hand made contact your body reactively dropped lower and your head thunked against the countertop as a soft moan of desperation crawled out of your mouth.

“You can hardly contain yourself,” Five mocked as he fingers lightly traveled from behind then down over your underwear. As he felt the moist heat he’d caused, Five let out the most filthy sound of approval.

He had called it. You may be a closeted naughty girl but Five Hargreeves was evidently not all he appeared to be either and not in the way you thought.

Flipping your hair and angling your head up, you breathlessly licked the drool from your lips then said, “I can take whatever you’ve got. Give me more if you think you’ve got it in you.” To add to that, one of your high heels lifted and rubbed against Five’s ankle.

Seeming to mentally pause over your comment that was meant to provoke him, Five massaged his hand over the spot he’d just slapped. With the blood raised to the surface of your skin, it almost felt like too much with him just doing that but somehow, compared to you, he still looked mostly unmoved.

You were quickly realizing that Five could be unbelievably tender, but something in him craved submission, which was fine by you but you knew there was only so long before someone came in there and this titillating game of foreplay couldn’t last forever.

Probably realizing the same thing, pulling you back upright, Five leaned into your ear again. “Don’t worry, I got it in me, honey. I am just waiting to hear the right words,” he assured, as he gave your side a fresh tickle while also letting his fingers on his other hand mosey inside your slightly open blouse.

Five’s fingers grazed your round mounds of flesh that were already moving up and down heavily thanks to the coil of need inside you that was building to a point it felt like it could burst at any moment. As his fingers threaded along your nipples another kittenish sigh filled the small room.

“Ah, fuck, I wanted you from the moment I saw you,” you frantically moaned. “Please fuck me, Five.”

Just as something slammed into the wall from the other side, you noticed that for the first time Five looked hesitant, but then his breath tensely pulled in and he said, “Fuck it.” He cocked his head at you and grinned. “Hold on tight. I’m not stopping until you’re crying out my name.”

Right then, the 80’s pop song playing ended and a more club type of music started to play, thumping bass through the speakers in the living room loud enough to shake the floor under your feet.

All at once, you lifted your body and grasped the back of Five’s neck as you pulled his face against yours. Trying your best to kiss him, you rolled your body against his to the beat.

He smelled so good, something between fresh air and a spicy rich scent you couldn’t name. His body molded to yours as you moved together in a way you knew someone as reserved as him wouldn’t be doing if you were doing this dance in front of everyone else.

Five rapidly rewarded your efforts to get more of him with his own frantic kisses moving along your jaw as you began massaging your fingers through his soft hair. With his chin, Five worked your collar down while he pushed his hips into you, undulating them to the music.

While he had you occupied with his gyrating dance moves, he shoved his foot back, kicking the bathroom door closed. No sooner was that done, than he had one hand lifting the hem of your skirt again so he could slide it inside the front of your underwear.

Your breath hitched as your body twisted from the abrupt contact of his diligently circling fingers.

His words buzzed in between kisses and him humping your ass.“Do you want to dance with me, or fuck me, sweetheart?” 

You gave him the only answer you could because it was true. “Both”

Pushing him along, you leaned over and gripped the counter in a way that you knew would look very encouraging.

Five kept close, moving right along with you, fingering you with his arm around your front, but he also started tearing at his belt with his other hand, opening it and his pants as fast as he possibly could. Once freed, his pants fell to the floor, the metal of his belt hitting the tiles with a sharp clank.

With that done, Five yanked your underwear down and out of the way. Though you were being dominated by his brilliant finger fucking, you managed to shimmy the lace down the rest of the way, kicking out of the tiny garment once it hit your heels.

No sooner had you done that than Five brought his slicked fingers around your backside, and with no word of warning, he moved two fingers inside you from the back. Just as fast, you were making the most scandalous sounds of consent over the forceful act and how perfectly he was hooking his fingers.

To make it all the better, you could hear Five angrily fisting his erection as he grated out his next words. “I need to be inside you, right now. Just like this. Is that okay?”

To answer his question, you bent just a bit more, inviting him to take what he wanted. Five dipped forward rubbing the tip of dick between your cheeks. The precum seeping out of him brushed down your entire crack as if to scramble your brain even more with the question of which hole he had meant when he said, 'just like this' and 'is this okay.'

The angle was perfect for both one way or another, the counter height just right, and you could even see his beautiful face in the mirror in front of you. Now all he needed to do was take what was already his no matter how he decided to take it. You didn’t care anymore, that was how much this man had broken you.

Only letting out a small noise of complaint when he removed his fingers from inside you, Five was quick to replace them. Shuffling closer with his pants around his polished shoes, and one hand on your hip, Five slid the heavy tip of his cock across your swollen folds.

You tensed slightly when he began pushing inside.

Feeling that, Five’s throat hummed with something pained sounding and he slowed himself.

Your body fought against his as he gradually sunk deeper, everything feeling more intense with him taking you from behind. Your soft sighs as he continued penetrating you were each met with his own hissing curses.

“This feels… Fffff- Oh fuck you feel so good,” he spat.

His praise wasn’t coming out very eloquent compared to his normally more well thought out orations, but considering it felt like he just drove his dick all the way through to your belly button, that was apparently all he had, and you could hardly speak a single syllable or a vowel any better to explain what you were feeling.

Once fully encircled by your heat, while you were lost in how deep he was, Five wasted no time jerking your hips back to him so he could bury himself all over again.

That time he bottomed out on one shove.

“Aaahh-ffffmmm!” you loudly moaned as your hands searched for purchase on the smooth countertop and several bottles of toiletries tipped and rolled into the sink.

“Fuck me. I think my dick just entered the gates of Heaven on Earth,” Five groaned, and you couldn’t help but shakily laugh at that and the completely wrecked face he was making.

Also feeling lightheaded with lust, peering up at him through the mirror, you gave him something else to think about. “I knew my tight pussy would ruin you for anyone else…honey.”

Looking all at once shaken by your garish comment that mimicked his, Five then shocked you when his grip loosened on your waist and his hand reconnected with your ass so hard your legs nearly gave out.

“Such a bad girl,” he growled back with his nostrils flaring but he looked so fucking hot in his near manic state that it and his debasing treatment only made you even more lost in the insanity of the moment and painfully delicious pleasure he was giving you.

“Oh, yes, da-ddy…please, just like that, doh-don’t st-op,” you loudly pleaded with him to keep fucking you just like he was, all the while hoping the music was enough to prevent anyone hearing your sputtered cries.

And just like he’d said, Five didn’t stop.

He slapped and groped, again and again as his cock moved in and out with a carefully calculated cadence. You buried your head against your arm to stifle your moans. Just the sound of his hips thwacking against your butt each time he threw his cock into you was enough to make it feel like you’d lost touch with reality.

Your eyes crashed closed as everything around you disappeared but you and him.

Five reached around your waist so he could play with your clit again and almost instantly, your legs started trembling and that only made him work his hand harder.

“Ffffffff-iiiive!”

His breath hitched with each determined thrust as he disjointedly said, “That’s- Right. Say. My. Name!”

"Oh, fuck yes, Five! Ffffuucc-" Your words were cut off by another obscene sounding whimper.

You were about to double over. The blessing of warmth crashed down around you, your entire body feeling like it could burst as you fell over the edge with pulsing waves of pleasure.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” you breathed in-between Five’s cock sliding in and out of you as your ass continued to get wildly bounced off his powerful hips.

Having taken care of you, Five withdrew his fingers from between your legs, then he gripped you by the hair tugging you up.

Even though you could hardly stand, let alone think straight as your body continued to spasm around his cock, you swiftly complied, angling your head back, as you arched your body against his punishing hold.

This new angle changed things up dramatically and not in a bad way. Five’s cock was filling you, the rounded tip sliding in and out and catching just right. You held your breath as you savored the feeling of him taking complete control of your body.

Your droopy eyes could hardly stay open but every time you tried to close them, Five would tug your hair. “Look at me,” he demanded.

He all but lifted your weight off the floor so he could angle his hips up and down even more, which quickly had you shuddering all over again and showering him with dizzying rambles of praise.

“You are so- So…fuck-ing amazing, Ffff-ivvve. Fu-ah-ah-kkkkk!”

He grunted his agreement, then let go of your waist as he started feverishly trying to get his hands on your breasts. Frustrated that your shirt was preventing him from getting at all of you, he suddenly ripped it the rest of the way open. The buttons flew everywhere, but neither of you so much as flinched as they scattered around your feet.

Having got what he wanted, Five kept at it, fervently grinding myself up against your ass as he massaged and pinched your nipples with his hands shoved under the cups of your bra.

Watching your reflections in the mirror, his darkened eyes felt like they could see right through to your soul. Speaking softly next to your ear, he spoke his next words between low bitten off groans. “I’m not- Stopping. Until you- Ca-um again.”

Even though you had not objected, that didn't prevent Five from digging in the sharp points of his teeth into your shoulder until you breathed the word please, over and over.

Even having just climaxed twice already, and without his hand stimulating your clit, you were close again. You started to shake, your legs turning to jelly with each violent jolt of his hips.

Not sure if you could stay on your feet, you tried to reach for the counter, but Five wouldn’t let you go. He kept at it, tightly detaining you so he could keep plowing into you from behind.

The second you were lost in orgasmic bliss again, he gave in, finally seeking his own release, and it only took a moment more for him to find it.

Five let out a vibration of hummed contentment that danced softly along your neck. He sounded as beautiful as he looked as his cock throbbed and his hot seed filled you, then started to drip down your legs and onto the floor. His thighs kept flexing as he shoved his entire length in and out but his hips gradually lost rhythm.

⚠️(naughty part end)

In between labored breaths Five was doing his best to pepper your shoulders with kisses, though it was sweetly sloppy compared to the way he’d been making a study of treasuring you before.

Despite Five’s seemingly heartless and self-absorbed ways, you were totally falling for this and that was because he was anything but that person he tried to make others see. Five was extremely attentive and loving and you were thinking about that truth when you realized the bass thumping music had been turned way down.

Footsteps were loudly clomping down the hallway leading to the master bedroom.

Your eyes darted towards the door.

Luther called out, “They aren’t in here!”

Not even a half a second later, while a very dazed Five was still slowly undulating his hips and lethargically clinging to you, the door burst open.

“AHHH!” Luther loudly cried.

Both his hands flew up covering his eyes like it would somehow change what he’d just seen.

“So not cool! I- I just saw your bare ass, Five!" he rambled, his jaw opening and closing, the noises coming out, but he couldn’t come up with anything else coherent until he stammered, “We didn’t know where you guys went. We thought maybe something was wrong.”

“Klaus knew where the hell we were,” Five quickly shot back, then languidly kissed your neck where he’d bitten it numerous times, then he looked at his brother in the mirror and much more calmly added, “Luther…shut-the-door.”

Trying to listen to his older but younger looking brother, Luther dropped one hand and blindly started searching for the door. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to open the door,” he repeated as he failed to find the knob because he wasn’t letting himself see more than the floor right at his feet.

He appeared to be too scared to step inside to reach for it.

Carefully slipping his length out of you, Five flipped your skirt down, then he reached for his own pants and underwear, pulling them both back up. He didn’t waste time zipping up or fastening his belt because he’d suddenly found it more important to find something to cover your destroyed shirt; the one you were now forced to hold shut manually.

You didn’t even have your underwear. They were over just in front of the door by Luther’s feet, which was probably also why he was too stunned to move. At least you were mostly covered; your bra hid most everything explicit from his eyes, and Five’s body collapsing into yours had covered the rest. Now everything was mostly put away, so you weren’t sure what Luther was freaking out about or hiding from.

Five took a towel from the shelf next to the shower and handed it to you. At that point, you could have cared less one way or another if you had it, but you took it and beamed back at Five, wiping up the mess he’d made of you while also trying not to crack up at the stern look he was giving you for not covering your boobs.

He mouthed for you to cover yourself and you tried not to laugh at how serious he was trying to sound while saying it but it was a total failure and you laughed anyway.

While unfolding the towel in front of your tattered shirt you said, “Well, now I am both wet and super sticky and my chances of finding anyone as amazing as you are destroyed. I guess you accomplished all your goals, Five. I am absolutely ruined.”

Luther glanced out from under his hand for about half a second and Five raised one of his dark brows and the smile he was trying to hold back came out in full.

“Is- Is everything okay?” his brother questioned. Luther looked thoroughly appalled. The poor guy didn’t seem to know how to process this.

When he didn’t leave, and seemed to be waiting for confirmation that everything was fine, Five sighed and smacked his hand away from his eyes, offering him a cavalier looking grin as he said, “Luther, the lock is broken so it wasn’t your fault the door opened when you touched it, and I am a grown-up just like you, and as such, I have needs, which is why I just got my fuck on in Diego and Lila’s shitty bathroom. I would have thought what you saw cleared up any questions you had about what is going on in here, but just in case it didn’t, take a good look at the hard-on I’m still sporting. Turns out, I finally met a real, non-plastic girl that already knows what kind of man I am, and for some reason she likes me anyway. I am smitten with her, and I don’t care who knows it. Now get the fuck out!”

After Five read Luther the riot act, Klaus sauntered in, joining the party. He whistled loudly as he strolled around the doorframe, grinning at you both like an idiot.

“Ye-ah buddy, way to go, Fivey!” he cheered. “You know what they say, carpe diem and all that shit!”

Seeing as Five was not willing to hit up his high five, Klaus waved at you as if you weren’t already aware he was there.

You waved back, feeling your face getting hotter.

“Did Fivey thoroughly plunder you or do you guys need a few more minutes to finish?” he questioned with his eyes moving from yours, down to the front of Five’s pants. “I see Five is still a go in that department, so I suppose we can put off the party games a bit longer if need be.”

Five still hadn't covered himself and the prominent boner he’d already mentioned was still making its glorious presence known. Like out in the living room, realizing he wasn’t going to back down, you said, “No worries. I think I’m thoroughly plundered for the time being, and I’m pretty sure your brother is just still riled up. We will be right out.”

Klaus bit his bottom lip as he nudged Luther. “Our little psycho is finally growing up. Can you believe it?” Klaus’s voice cracked as he pretended to choke up. He even added some fake sniffles and wiped his eyes. There were tears in them, but that was only because he was trying so hard to hold back his laughter.

To take your bathroom post sex chit chat even further down the pisser, you were then graced with both Diego and Lila coming in.

Seemingly unfazed by the bizarre scene before him, Diego took one look at you and then at Five’s open pants and barked, “Come on assholes, put some clothes on. The party isn’t over yet!"

Lila’s grin grew bigger by the second as her eyes flitted from Five’s crotch to you standing behind him. Feeling the need to step in again, you startled Five when your hands slide around his waist.

“Woah! Hi, there,” he cutely gasped, which made both Lila and Klaus laugh. Poor Luther still looked mortified and wasn't at the laughing part yet.

“Just hold still,” you warned as Five got all squirmy when you blew air across the light sheen of sweat heating his neck. “I think you’re scaring the big guy, with your big scary trouser snake.”

Giving Five a pat on his butt for good measure, you pressed yourself tighter to his back side while putting him back to rights, zipping him up, fixing his belt, and then tucking his shirt back in.

“There, all set.” You gave him a peck just below his ear, then smoothed your hands over the fronts of his tensed thighs as you peeked over his shoulder at your audience.

Diego’s smirk had you thinking it was just a matter of seconds before he battered Five with something that would no doubt set him off again, but then he merely chuckled and said, “You really do make that hat look good, man.”

Lila tossed you one of her old band t-shirts and gave you a wicked looking grin of approval that proved she was up to something all along, then she said, “We haven’t done the baby reveal yet but you two already know what we’re having, so if you want to get out of here, have at it.” When neither of you said anything, she added, “I still think you are prat, Five, but you deserve something good like this. Just wipe up that jizz off my floor before you go.”

Diego turned, putting an arm around her while he also tugged Klaus and Luther along with them.

Once they were out of sight, you threw the soft cotton over yourself just as Diego started yelling, and you heard their confetti cannon filled with pink glitter going off. “Now it’s really time to celebrate, people! We’re having a girl and her crazy ass Godfather just got laid for the first time!”

Totally Gobsmacked, your mouth dropped open and you stepped in front of Five. “The first time?”

“Not exactly,” Five replied, sounding slightly embarrassed. “I mentioned a woman named Dolores before… So there was that.”

Thinking of the sad look in his eyes when he had mentioned her, you hesitantly said, “Is she still…here?” You couldn't’ bring yourself to ask if she’d died but you could tell that something bad had happened.

“She’ll always be here,” Five whispered, followed by a tiny laugh and a curiously timed scratch at his temple. He looked down at the floor. “I guess my wonderful family didn’t tell you about that part.”

“No, they didn’t, but will you?”

“I will,” he replied, looking up at you with a soft smile that almost reached his eyes but not quite.

“Hey. They asked you to be the Godfather?” you questioned, trying to change the subject as you came forward and threw your arms around Five while breathing in the minty scent of his hair as he lowered his head against yours.

“They did,” he replied. “I am already their other little rugrats back up parent and I guess I didn’t screw that up yet, so they figured why not keep things simple.”

“That’s funny. They asked me to be the Godmother.”

Five let out a tired sounding sighed but you could still hear the smile on his lips. “And the plot thickens…”

A moment of silence passed, and you weren’t sure what he was waiting for. 

The door was open. 

“Is it true that you would have been willing to go out there with me?” he softly questioned. Breaking away just a little so he could look at you, Five’s smile looked so hopeful as he added, “I mean, a teleporting, cold blooded killer, with control issues, random bouts of blatant psychosis, big time issues with body dysmorphia, and a ridiculously inflated ego aren’t usually what most people look for in a boyfriend, so I get it if all you wanted from me was a few laughs and my amazing dick.”

You burst out laughing as you tilted your head up and kissed him, your lips finally coming together for the first time, face to face.

Now there was nothing between you and there was no question what your answer was.

Though Five was obviously a very complicated man, and all the freaky daddy sex god stuff aside, you felt like you were starting to understand him and that was because inside where it mattered, he was all heart.

With his hands coming to your back to keep you locked to him, Five slowly kneaded your tongue with his and it felt like you were falling into a trance from the feel of it and the sound of his peaceful breathing. That was until the world around you fell away, the floor ripping out from under your feet as your stomach free fell.

All at once, you were standing outside. The air crackled around you with the remanence of radiating blue light. Your feet were on the sidewalk, and you could make out that your back was pressed up against the dark blue 1970 corvette stingray you had seen parked outside below Diego and Lila’s living room windows.

Reluctantly breaking your kiss that Five seemed not at all in a hurry to do himself, you looked at the sweet man staring back at you with so much passion in his eyes. His smooth skin was flushed ever so slightly, and his dark hair was sticking out from under that hat in ruffled twists along his long neck.

“Are you ready for that walk in the park now?” he questioned.

You were.

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Thanks for reading and if you've read my first series posted over on A03 and this one seemed a little familiar, it's because this one was inspired by a scene in part two of that story. It was just too fun not to turn it into a reader insert one-shot for those who aren't interested in reading 800,000 word, 3 part stories about our awesome guy. 😂👌

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Angelic Lips.

Description: A fixation bleeds through him: he catches himself always glancing by.

Ship: Five Hargreeves x GN! Reader

Word Count: 860+ (this is more of a drabble tbh-)

Author’s Note: writer’s block is a bitch and i fought it off with horniness so ig this is a lime (or lemon/smut?? genuinely idk)— i mean it deals with mouths, making out and what i thought oral fixation meant before taking a google search at 1am and becoming so aghast (basically i thought it was a mouth fetish or smth rather than a keen liking to biting and sucking cos of childhood shenanigans—) so it seems accurate, this also is just pure filth n’ brain rot of five, with that said i hope you enjoy reading and pls interact for a little boosting!! <33 (i’ll be posting more five content soon once i get a little more inspo/motivation!!!)

(Five’s body is aged up, and his consciousness ranges from 25 to 50 in my works for him from now on— However you decided which age you want for your experience/comfort!!)

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This started all because of your damn mouth.

Five keeps, no- always finds himself watching. He feels as if he can’t turn away- that it pulls him back into this tight spot he can’t crawl out of. 

And he never tries to get out. 

Half of the time, he was sure you’ve catched him looking— it wouldn’t surprise him if you have. He feels- knows that he was too obvious, that he was becoming so perverted- that his eyes shouldn’t dare to look at you ever again. 

And yet each time he can- he dares. He feels vulgar, as if he has sinned, but when he sees your lips quirk up into a smile, your canines, molars form a smile that you think shows a little too much gum to the point you try to hide it— he likes it- he can’t help but look. 

He looks at you as if he’s seen an angel. 

His eyes travel down to the curve of your lips- noticing your cupid’s bow accentuating the shape. He takes in every smile, every frown, every time your mouth gaped open and shifted close. How it flattens as you purse your mouth out of frustration. 

He likes how red— angelic, your lips are— how soft it is when you kiss him- when you leave crimson kiss marks on his cheek- neck— even in his own mouth, he loves it. 

It always starts small- so sudden at first. A stolen moment in time, you both grasp unto it. 

His face pressed up on your cheek, and he breathes. He draws you in- the scent of laundry and other sorts of chemicals flood his senses- but it sets him a reminder- to know again that he was not dreaming. 

That he was not creative enough to imagine you and your lips right next to his.

He plants a kiss— it was almost.. sweet- unlike the bitterness of cold coffee, the same one he loves to take in- much to your disdain. It was one that lingers through your skin like a spark. His fingers hold you near, and you could feel the desperation for closeness through his palms.

You push back, returning the gentleness. And yet he strays away, making you want to chase him but he comes back for more— like a starving man- knowing the pleasure is finally in his reach— the desperation clings as his lips push in- His lips smile against yours as he takes you in, his tongue on yours, teeth clashing. 

His viridescent eyes watches you, the glint in his look could eat you alive- consume you like fire to wood- turning your vigor into smoke— it was obscene- your chest felt stuffy as you could feel his heart beat so furiously just inches away from your own. 

His fingers tracing over your hip bone up to your sides. Your hands hold on his upper arms— his again on your hips- sliding across your back, his thumb rubbing shapes, leaving feathered caresses down your spine. 

You were aflamed- burning under his touch, his skin— his lips trailing down your neck- his weight pressing onto your body, molding you both like clay risen from the earth’s mass ever so perfectly. 

You both needed to breathe— gasping unto each other- But if he were to pull away, he’d feel as if he stopped being alive— that he couldn’t be away. He wants- needs to further feel you- taste you. His hands grabbing you everywhere- his tongue briefly touching your lower lip— he breathes, takes you in like the air he lacks itself. 

“Five— Five, shit—“ Left your swelling lips. He only rasps ‘fuck’ before wrestling away, letting your blood rush somewhere else- not on your cheeks- your lips— the crimson merely pumps swiftly in your chest- adrenaline swimming in your veins. 

Silence fills the space between you. As you breathe in and out, hands on the sides of his arms— all he does is stare at your red lips- all swollen up, glistening with a vermillion glow, because of him. 

It was tantalizing.

Impulsivity floods his thinking: and he is a drowning man.

“Open your mouth.” His voice strungs you out of your daze— making you blink. It surprises him too- he shouldn’t.

And yet. 

You slowly part your lips— his thumb coaxes you, further separating them. Your pupils watch him as he finds himself staring on the inside of your mouth. All teeth and gum- supple skin— Enough of that, he tells himself.

There was no point in this- he knows how you feel— how you taste- what was the point of checking the source? But he continues- an urge sinks in deep his fingertips— it was not enough. 

“Wider.” 

His knee shifts, now resting between your thighs- he jerks his clothed thigh up, causing you to let out a small throaty gasp. He only takes this opportunity- slipping his finger in. And just as he was about to move away— He felt your tongue slide on the pad of his thumb and your lips quirk into a mischievous smile. 

He only broadens his shit grinning grin even further. 

“Atta, angel.”

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MY MASTER LIST OF NUMBER FIVE FANFICTION

I write exclusively Number Five Hargreeves smutty fanfiction. If you have any requests for one shots featuring Five x reader-insert or my original characters, please let me know! I am always up for new ideas and would love to hear yours! Use the Ask Me Anything button for requests.

The only "rules" I have are as follows ( no judgement to anyone, I just have my preferences):

Five will be aged up to at least 17 or 18 (body wise) or older

Five is an old man underneath it all, so no teenage romances or crushes

No rape/non-con, but dub-con is ok

No ABO, hardcore BDSM, Yandere

POSTED ON TUMBLR:

Love In The Time of Cholera and Coffee

**Ongoing work in progress**

Five x Female Reader, Klaus x Female Reader, Ongoing Multichapter

Summary: You and Klaus are in a casual relationship. No ties, just sex. When you start spending a lot of time at his apartment, you somehow manage to break through his brother's prickly outer shell. He seems to like you, or at least tolerate you the best that Five can. When you start to realize that maybe there is more than just mutual friendship between the two of you, it opens up a lot of feelings and unanswered questions. And a lot of problems.

Physical Fitness

Five x Female Reader, 2800 words, one-shot

Summary: Five has been distant lately, but you discover all he needs is a good workout to get his mind back on you again

Lewd Public Acts

Five x Female OC, 7,412 words, one-shot

Summary: Getting busy in a public space with people around? The idea of someone witnessing everything becomes a turn on for Five's wife, and he is definitely up for the challenge. After all, he can never deny her anything. And, let's face it; there might be something in it for him, too.

Addicted

Five x Female Reader-Insert, 3,199 words, one-shot

Summary: Sometimes our bodies get a taste of something so good that it's nearly impossible to quit. No matter how bad it is for us. And right now that something is Five Hargreeves.

Weak

Five x Female Reader-Insert, 4,891 words, one-shot, continuation of Addicted, from Five's POV.

Summary: Even Five Hargreeves is no stranger to temptation. He tries to hard to stay away. He wants to do the right thing for once in his life. If not for himself, then for her. But every man has his breaking point.

Strength

Five x Female Reader-Insert, 4,427 words, one-shot, continuation of Addicted and Weak

Summary: Five is finally strong enough to give in to his true feelings and tell you how he feels. You are strong enough to let him.

The Download

Five x Female Reader-Insert, 31, 310 words, 5 chapters

Summary: It's the end of the world and everyone you know is gone. After you find yourself at the Hotel Obsidian, you realize you have something in common with the rest of the remaining population. When Number Five takes a particular interest in you, and your special ability, the evening turns into much more than you expected. The universe may be hours away from imploding, but you and Five are going out with a bang.

Chapters 1 and 2

Chapters 3, 4, 5

All Of My Works On AO3

Halo (Series)

Five x Female OC multi-part series that follows Five and his eventual wife, Vivian, through many stages of their life together. 5 parts total.

All parts in this series rated E for explicit sex.

Halo

First part in series, 25,460 words, 7 chapters

Summary: What starts as a one-night stand eventually turns into a growing romance. Number Five and Vivian are drawn to one another, despite their initial resistance. However, Five's past makes a relationship difficult and she has some issues of her own. Despite an unhealthy codependency, their lives are intertwined. For better or for worse.

Hole In My Soul

Second part in series, 30,903 words, 11 chapters

Summary: Vivian and Five now have an established relationship and are in love. She melds easily into the Hargreeves family as Five finally discloses their relationship to his siblings. But some disturbing behavior from Five makes Viv re-evaluate her choices. Will their love for one another be enough when life throws them a curve ball and they have some tough decisions to make?

Just Like Heaven

Third part in series, 25,362 words, 8 chapters

Summary: Vivian and Five have been actively trying to start a family, but to no avail. The stress is wearing on them both and it's affecting their once solid relationship. With the last few months left on Five's Commission contract, he is looking forward to putting that part of his life in the past. However, Viv is soon confronted with a harsh truth that puts their relationship in jeopardy.

Promise To Kill

Fourth part in series, 86,881 words, 12 chapters

Summary: Five is married to the love of his life, with a young son, and the retirement life he always dreamed. Everything is perfect. Which should have been Five's first clue that something was going to go wrong. A new discovery involving his child leads to a horrible family tragedy. The Umbrella Academy has to step up to save the day and Five's family.

Our Forever

Fifth and final part in series, 32,175 words, 8 chapters

Summary: Five's never been great with healthy coping skills. Even after all this time. When he is faced with a horrible tragedy and he doesn't know how to cope, he blames himself, as usual. But this time, it seems it can't be fixed. Until a sudden vision from beyond makes him realize that maybe he can after all.

Five/Vivian One-Shot Series

Five x OC collection of one-shots that show little glimpses into Five and Vivian's life over the years, in no particular order or timeline. 11 works in total.

All works in this series rated E or M for explicit sex/smut

Damaged 3,210 words

Extra Credit 6,436 words

Piece de Resistance aka The French Lady Incident 7,999 words

The New Neighbor 7,136 words

Sharp Dressed Man 5,514 words, co-authored by KayBreezy

Coming And Going 5,491 words

Let's Hear It For The Boy 7,508 words

You Are My Constant 19,757 words

Summary: This is technically a one-shot, but it's longer because it depicts Five and Vivian's honeymoon and contains more plot and character development

Lewd Public Acts 7,412 words (same story that is posted on Tumblr)

When Number Five Steps Out, He's Gonna Do You In 8,730 words, co-authored by KayBreezy

Take Me To Church 6,465 words

Works separate from my series:

The Sexual Awakenings Of Mr. Number Five Hargreeves

Five x Various Female OCs, 40,516 words, 8 chapters

Rated E for explicit sex

Summary: Relatively speaking, it wasn’t that long ago that Five was a total moron when it came to sex, and women in general. Having spent his most formative years isolated and alone, once he was thrown back into society, his lack of experience was obvious.... And even though he tried not to let it bother him, he quickly realized that it did. It bothered him a lot.

Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now

Five x Female OC (unnamed), Five x Dolores, 6,029 words, one-shot

Rated M for smut/sex

Summary: Five is trying his hardest to be in a real relationship with someone that cares about him. When he comes across a familiar face in a thrift shop window, all of his dreams of normalcy are dashed. And he can't help the decades-old feelings that resurface.

The Assassin's Date

Five x Female OC, 59,057 words, 9 chapters

Rated E for explicit sex

Summary: After saving the world, Five Hargreeves is working as an independent hitman for hire. When a tough and beautiful woman is witness to one of his crimes, the last thing Five wants to do is kill her. Instead, he makes her a deal. If she goes on one date with him, he'll let her live. When she agrees, he can't help but notice that the date might be fake, but his feelings are real.

All Apologies

Five, The Hargreeves Siblings, Five x Dolores, 21,892 words, 4 chapters

Rated T for teen (language, mentions of masturbation)

Summary: All Five had wanted to do was to keep his family safe, and away from their father. As the young Umbrella Academy pull further away from one another, Five desperately tries to make them see that their only chance at a happy life is to get out from under Reginald's rule. His methods of convincing, however, lead to misunderstandings, hurt feelings, and typical Hargreeves drama. Years later, when Five is alone with only Dolores to talk to, he finds himself thinking back on all of his mistakes.

The Download

Five x Female Reader-Insert, 31,310 words, 5 chapters (also posted on Tumblr)

Rated E for explicit sex

Summary: It's the end of the world and everyone you know is gone. After you find yourself at the Hotel Obsidian, you realize you have something in common with the rest of the remaining population. When Number Five takes a particular interest in you, and your special ability, the evening turns into much more than you expected. The universe may be hours away from imploding, but you and Five are going out with a bang.

The Text Mess

Five, Klaus, 5,576, one-shot, co-authored by KayBreezy

Rated T for teen (sexual references, clothed dick pics)

Summary: With no apocalypse looming, and Reginald gone, left with their powers but not much else, the Hargreeves were finally getting to figure out life on their own terms. Number Five was doing what he always did. He was surviving and doing his best to move on from his traumatic past, though the success of that endeavor was evident in the day-to-day reality of his new self-inflicted dark and lonely existence. And then along came Klaus...

Full Circle

Five x Female OC, 96,272 words, 14 chapters

Rated E for explicit sex, threats of rape, violence, child abuse

Summary: Even without an apocalypse to head off, Five has lived a hard life. Physical and emotional abuse from his father, along with devastating heartbreak; this is all he knows throughout his teenage years. As an adult, he becomes a Mafia Hitman. And not a Hitman with a heart of gold. After years of childhood trauma, Five is willing to kill, no questions asked, for the crime family he works for. When the one person in his life that ever meant anything to him shows up ten years later, he's willing to love and be loved again. But everything comes at a price.

It's A Wonderful Life, Five Hargreeves

Five x Female OC, 22,594 words, 5 chapters

Rated E for explicit sex

Summary: Five years after he and his siblings were abandoned by their father, and with no powers, Number Five is visited by his guardian angel. An annoyingly chipper woman that is anything but your typical angel. When he is unable to get rid of her, he finally gives in and she shows him what it means to be grateful for what he has and to stop pushing his family away. Inspired by both A Christmas Carol and It's A Wonderful Life.

Addicted

Five x Female Reader-Insert, 3,199 words, one-shot (also posted on Tumblr)

Rated M for smut/sex

Summary: Sometimes our bodies get a taste of something so good that it's nearly impossible to quit. No matter how bad it is for us. And right now that something is Five Hargreeves.

Love In The Time of Cholera and Coffee

Five x Female Reader-Insert, Klaus x Female Reader-Insert, Multi-Chapter work in progress

Rated E for explicit sex

Summary: You and Klaus are in a casual relationship. No ties, just sex. When you start spending a lot of time at his apartment, you somehow manage to break through his brother's prickly outer shell. He seems to like you, or at least tolerate you the best that Five can. When you start to realize that maybe there is more than just mutual friendship between the two of you, it opens up a lot of feelings and unanswered questions. And a lot of problems.

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[messers-moony]

That Feeling | F.H

Paring: Five Hargreeves X Fem!Reader

Summary: Five has never felt safe with anyone in his life, until her.

Prompt: Buying them something unrequested because it made you think of them.

Five Hargreeves was an ass. There is no way to sugarcoat and no need to. Five Hargreeves was the embodiment of a bitter old man. Supposedly that’s exactly what he was despite his appearance. So when Y/n showed up - a close friend of Klaus - he was not particularly happy with the new arrangements. 

The girl - mentally and physically sixteen - easily won over Allison, Vanya, and obviously Klaus, surprisingly even Diego. Luther still seemed hesitant, but Five was distant. He was staying as far away from the girl as he could. Five was cold and bitter - kept to himself. 

During the day, Y/n worked as a barista at a coffee shop, and during the evenings, she’d come to the Umbrella Academy estate with baked goods from her shop. Five wouldn’t admit it, but his heart always got warmed at the sight of a coffee and donut just for him. Both items sat on the kitchen table with a note - always different. 

“Five’s stuff.”

It made him smile that despite never talking to her that she always made an effort to make him happy. That’s just how Y/n was, though—constantly making sacrifices and decisions to make other people happy despite her own feelings. 

Y/n would sit through movies she’d seen just to see Vanya light up. She’d come to events with Allison - despite her intense dislike for populated places - just to see her complete her goals. She’d make an effort to attend Diego’s boxing matches to cheer him on, even if she didn’t want to spend her Saturday in a sweaty gym. Y/n would let Klaus rant for days about his past lover even if it made her uncomfortable because the one she loved didn’t love her back. Hell, she sat with Luther in the living room, letting him lecture her about the moon. 

Five realized then how much she was willing to put before herself—the complete opposite of him. For the most part, Five always put himself first but seeing her put everyone before her. Maybe it made him reconsider his decisions. Little steps, he’d find her backpack and leave index cards with messages in his signature handwriting.

“You made my day today.”

“Thank you for the donut.”

“I hope you had a good day.”

He’d leave different messages on the five by 3-inch index card. Y/n wouldn’t admit it, but it made her cheeks blossom with magenta and her stomach fill with butterflies. It would warm her even on the coldest snowy days and race her heart to the max. Five’s notes meant the world to her even if he didn’t know it - and he didn’t. Five Hargreeves had no idea what he was doing. He had no idea he was playing with her feelings. 

On occasion, he’d visit her at her work. Five would sit at a booth with his notebook and pen - a pen she got for him during a Christmas - just sitting there working on equations. Most people would believe that Five hated snowy days, but that couldn’t be any more false, and it was because of her. He adored the way snowflakes littered her hair. The way she took off her hat and tried to flatten her hair. The flush of her cheeks. The way she applied chapstick to her lips every hour. He’d do anything to know what it tasted like on her lips. 

Would it be Cherry? Maybe strawberry. No, she despised strawberry. It had to be mint. Y/n loved peppermint. He noticed the way her drinks changed. During the fall, a pumpkin spice. During the winter, peppermint mocha. During the spring, iced latte. During the summer, iced cold brew. Five noticed, he noticed everything about her. 

On the fifth week, Y/n decided to sit with him during her break, “Afternoon, Hargreeves.”

Y/n slid him a coffee and donut, “Afternoon, L/n.”

“So, come to stalk me at work? Couldn’t take being away from me?” Y/n teased, and Five’s cheeks lit aflame, “I like the shop. I didn’t know you worked here at first.” He lied. 

Y/n quirked an eyebrow, “You never read the coffee shop name on your cup when I brought you home coffee?”

“No.”

“Interesting.”

Silence. Beautiful, peaceful silence aside from the chatter in the store. But silence between the two. Five found great pleasure in silence, particularly her silence. Y/n’s presence alone could make him feel jittery yet focused at the same time. She made his heart race and cheeks turn pink. How could she do that? No one had managed that before. It made him wonder how he kept his distance for so long. She’d been coming around the mansion since she was fourteen, and now they were both sixteen. 

“Whatcha working on?”

Five snapped out of his reverie, “Equations.”

“For?” Y/n gestured.

“Time travel.”

Y/n tilted her head, intrigued, “Time travel, huh? You planning on leaving us?” 

“No, never. I’ve already done it once. I’ll never do it again.” Five confessed, letting his walls slip momentarily, hoping she didn’t notice, but she did. 

“What happened the first time around?”

Five gave her a look, eyes glossed, hands unable to keep still, “Apocalypse.” The word was barely whispered, but she knew. 

“No need to continue; it hurts you. I can tell. But when you’re ready, we can talk, okay?” Y/n replied, placing her hands over his fidgeting ones. 

She began to rise from the table, but Five needed this - he needed her, “Wait, please. I want to talk about it.”

Y/n slipped back into the booth without a sound, “It was awful. There was nothing around, and everything was on fire.” It was impossible to keep his hands still now, “I saw my siblings dead. I had gone seventeen years in the future into the world completely obliterated.”

“I- I stayed there. For forty-some years until a woman showed up telling me, she had a job for me. I didn’t- I didn’t know the job was going to make me a killing machine. So for barely five years, I killed people. When I got my equations right.” He motioned to the notebook in front of him, “Or I thought I had them right I time travel back home to save the world. I saved the world twice before coming home to peace.”

Through explaining, not a tear had dropped, maybe talking did make things better, “A year later, Klaus invited you over. Then you came around a lot more. I didn’t know how to feel. But even after me being a dick to you, you still left me coffee and donuts.” 

“You were so kind, and I didn’t know how to embrace it. I didn’t want to ruin you.” 

Y/n chuckled, “You’d never ruin me. Now-“ Y/n stood from the table, “My break is over, but we can talk at the Academy, okay?” 

Five nodded and hummed. Y/n leaned over and kissed his forehead, “Good.”

He felt giddy, and he didn’t know why. But the moment her lips were placed on his forehead, he was overwhelmed with a certain happiness. It flooded his body like a dam breaking - crashed in without warning. Five’s cheeks turned just the slightest bit red, and his hands moved constantly. His leg going up and down at a rapid pace. For the first time, Five felt shy. 

Regardless, moments later, Five packed up all his stuff and left for the Academy. His room felt dull compared to every other place in the house. Of course, it bared toys from when he was a boy that he never parted with and equations on the walls, but it felt so depressing - so bleak. 

It was hours later when Y/n announced her entrance. But it made Five almost jump with joy as usual Y/n placed down her belongings on the kitchen table along with pastries and coffees. Klaus and Allison shortly made their way into the room. Allison reached for the beverage with her name on it while Klaus kissed Y/n’s cheek. 

“You are a doll.”

Y/n chuckled, “Hush and eat your doughnuts.”

“Mm!” Allison exclaimed happily, “How do you always know what I’m craving?”

“I have many talents.”

“Like curing Number Five assholery?” Klaus teased. 

Five halted his movements and stayed hidden beside the kitchen, “Five’s sweet.” Y/n retorted, making Allison scoff. 

“Five is not sweet.” 

“I beg to differ.”

“Beg to differ all you want.” Klaus replied, “But he’s just as bitter as his coffee.”

The chatter seized after that. Assuming Klaus dug into the doughnuts and Allison sipping her drink. Y/n slipped away unnoticed by the duo but not by Five. He noticed everything. Eventually, she came up to his room, where he quickly spatial jumped inside. 

“Hey, Five.” Y/n greeted, “Hey.” 

“I know you may not want to, but would you like to continue our conversation from earlier?” 

“I’d love that.” Five smiled. 

Y/n took her seat on his desk chair while Five sat at the foot of his bed. He explained everything. From letter A all the way to letter Z. No cracks were left, and every hole was filled. Five didn’t get sidetracked while telling a story; he stayed focused and determined. Y/n was a fantastic listener. Five learned. She didn’t interrupt or make any judgments. She just listened. 

It felt like bricks had been lifted from his shoulders when he released an air of breath after reciting the story. Y/n’s coffee had gone frigid, and her back began to hurt from the position in the chair, but it was worth it because she was getting to know him. 

They ended up on his bed. His head was on her chest as she ran her fingers through his brunet hair. It felt like the purest silk and the softest fleece. It was cool to the touch, and her movements made Five extremely sleepy. Maybe she wasn’t as bad as he thought. Perhaps Five felt like a dog warming up to someone entering his territory. But right now, she felt like home. 

“I’ve never felt this safe before.” Five confessed quietly, so quiet Y/n almost didn’t hear him, “I feel- I feel at home.”

“Get some rest, pretty boy. We can talk about this later.” 

Five’s cheeks flushed and turned a brilliant red. The tips of his ears were the slightest pink and his neck clouded with cotton Candy pink. Suddenly his face was hot to the touch, and he couldn’t stop smiling. There was that feeling again - the feeling he couldn’t name but could only describe. He felt like a boy again, that naive little boy with nothing but ambition. Y/n would bring out the best of him, and perhaps for once, Five could feel solace. 

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[rcksmith]

Venom — Five Hargreeves

You can find the 3 request here: anonymous 1, anonymous 2, anonymous 3.

Resume: Five and the Reader have hated each other for many years and nothing has ever changed that, but since Five has been spending so much time with Lila, the Reader are is extremely jealous. She always tries to ruin every time the two meet, but after a while, Five comes to understand where this anger that is bigger than usual comes from. And as much as the Reader is proud and would rather die than admit something, Five knows put she in her place.

Angst Prompts:

8. “Why can’t you just look at me for one god damn second!”  

10. “Don’t touch me!”

12. “why do you keep bringing it up?”

15. “don’t raise your fucking voice at me.’’

21. “i can’t deal with you right now.”  

29. “I don’t need, or want help, what I want is for you to get the fuck away from me.”

36. “you were my dream come true but turns out you’re a fucking nightmare too.” 

39. “i can’t have this argument with you again” “but-” “no. i’m done”. 

45. “Can you quit being emotional for five seconds?”

Smut Prompts: 

17. “After that little stunt? you’re not getting off that easy”

20. “Did I stutter? Do as you’re told!”

34. “You’d better watch your fucking mouth.”

42. “this isn’t what i had in mind when i yelled fuck you.”

51. “What did you just say?’’

72. “Fuck you.”

Fluff Prompts:

 4. “Sweetheart, you’re my entire world”

16. “I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass..” “I heard that!” “You were supposed to!”,

21. “you’re not very intimidating.”

28. “You’re not going to leave me alone, are you?”  “Not.”

33. “I’ve waited for this moment for a long time.”

46. “it’s because i’m so attractive isn’t it?” “ i say this. and i cannot stress this enough. i find you completely repulsive.”,

59. “Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

Couple: Five Hargreeves /Fem!Reader.

Warnings: arguing, swearing, mention of murder/blood, angst, really jealousy, anger issues, REALLY HEAVY/ANGER smut, NSFW, dirty talk, degradation, but fluff and soft in the end.

Word count: 10K

A/N: omg that's a LOT of prompts and this fic is BIG GOSH HJDBJHDV. I merged the request since they had the same prompts and the same plot, but I took care to added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down.

We not tolerate any pedophilia here !! I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter, MHA and others fandoms. 

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are closed. Love you ❤️

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Some people are born with a kind of savagery ingrained in their bloodstream. Something that makes you chase your goals with the tenacity and ferocity of a Lion. Something that pumps adrenaline into your veins faster than other people, almost like a powder keg always ready to explode, to destroy anything that stands between you and your purpose.

It was dangerous to have a temper ever so subtly balanced, constantly at peace armed just waiting for the first sign to unlock the gates of hell.

Five and you could very well be fitted into the profile of people who are born with this natural aggression. Five Hargreeves was no prince charming, loving and upstanding, and neither were you a maiden who needed to be saved by a man. In a fairy tale, you will be the fire-breathing dragon and Five would be the dark sorcerer. 

You two were the villains of many stories. And neither both of you give a damn about it.

That must be why the Commission the two of you to work together. Because two killing machines cause more slaughter together than they do separately. And since they joined you two, the numbers of cases solved with a one-shot accuracy of 38 have increased by a number that left all the bosses with their jaws dropped.

Nobody was a match for the duo that everyone started to call “Death and Chaos”. Nobody got out alive if not to live, a trail was aways wiped out if you two were ordered to disappear with the bodies. All the most difficult and obscure cases were passed to the you two, and there was not one that not be resolved.

But such success at work didn't guarantee a good relationship between Hargreeves and you. Two extremely similar geniuses could result in nothing less that anarchy.

Five's plans were always very precise but your inability to resolve anything other than not on the basis of improvisation was an annoyance none of you could bear. Hargreeves thought before acted and you acted before thought. And that always resulted in endless fights and loud screams with curses and insults.

“Can't you just shut your fucking mouth before I rip your tongue out?!” Five spat out the words, green eyes blazing in a fiery rage that was aimed completely at you.

It wasn't your fault that you two be with a car broken down in the middle of nowhere. Torrential rain cascading furiously outside, the cold ricocheting off the shuttered windows, the furious splash of water splashing onto the bodywork.

“Are you forgetting that you were the one who crashed the car into that pole and this must have damaged the engine, asshole?!'' You growled.

“Chasing the target you missed!”

You wanted to scream that he only escaped because Five interfered in your fight with the target and you ended up missing the shot, just hitting the man's shoulder who immediately started running. In that second, you looked at Hargreeves in shock and anger, and Five snapped indignantly at your ingratitude.

“I didn't need your fucking help! I don’t need, or want help, what I want is for you to get the fuck away from me.” Your voice was starting to rise in volume.

“The dude was triple your size, Y/N!” Five was extremely angry “If you ended up with any broken bones or dead, I would have to carry or bury your carcass, and I don't need your dirty, disgusting blood on my suit!''

“Fuck you!” You exploded, your gunpowder barrel destroying for the seventh time today. You were extremely exhausted, your body aching, your head throbbing. The moon found the peak in the sky and brought with it a heavy wave of weariness. There was no battery left in your system to deal with Five Fucking Hargreeves. "I can't deal with you right now!"

The gaze in his depths emerald green eyes changed from explosive annoyance to a visceral fury filled with hate and indignation.

“You know what?!” His voice was rough as sand in a wound. "You are right! I don't need to deal with you. I don't have to deal with all that fucking shit." He picked up the suitcase that was lying on the back seat of the car.“This shit is your fault so fix your mess youself! ”

Then, in a sour magic trick, the blue flash of his powers engulfed his enraged figure, vanishing any trace that would reveal the Five Hargreeves were once there. It took a second for you to convince yourself that he actually did it. But reality fell on your shoulders like a piano falling on top of someone in a cartoon.

“SON OF A BITCH.” You kicked the dashboard of the car, outrage coursing through your veins, the pain in your body crushing the muscles once more.

Your head fell into your blood-stained and rainwater hands, the light of the moon and stars being the only thing illuminating the darkness outside.  In that moment, your hatred for Five was as palpable as the bruises on your dirty skin, your anger being the only thing keeping you conscious and away from the abyss of exhaustion. It wasn't like you expected anything different from a guy like him, you'd do the same yourself if you had that kind of power, but that didn't assuage your hatred for the whole situation he put you in.

However, after a few minutes, the adrenaline began to subside and the tiredness increased. The sound of the rain outside was now just a sound in the background, the furious whistling of the wind was no more than a breath to your blurry consciousness, and the abyss of exhaustion engulfed you like a rattlesnake in its final pounce. You passed out, deeply.

Maybe it took a few minutes, or a few hours, but you didn't notice when a blue flash materialized beside you, or notice  the bright lights of the headlights of other cars advanced towards you.

Five Hargreeves hated you. With every cell in his body and whit every milliliter of warm blood coursing through his veins. He could be cruel, atrocious and selfish, but there was loyalty within his body scarred by so many fights. And as much as you had the ability to bring out the worst in him, Hargreeves wouldn't abandon a partner

There was a limit of anger and exasperation he could handle in a day, and you'd reached his quota. Five could have taken you with him when he disappeared in the flash to seek reinforcement from the Commission, but he was on edge and couldn't look at you anymore without a very strong feeling, that burn his throat from the inside out, come to the surface.

And, the truth was Hargreeves was afraid to find out what would happen if this mysterious feeling surfaced and took control, taking away all the self-control he'd built up his entire life.

There was something about you that scared him.

Something in the abyss of the depths of anger, hate and tantrum. There was something there, in the darkest corner of the dungeon of his soul,  something that always flared up whenever Five looked at you.

And he didn't want to find out what it was.

The seasons changing whit time. In the blink of an eye, winter was already autumn, the snow was replaced by heat and, just like flowers bloomed with spring, something in your dynamic with Five also bloomed with each season. The weeks ranig fast and the years passed even more faster. And, as much as the hatred of each other, the screams and the anger, were still very present factors in the coexistence between the two of you, your strange relationship established itself in a routine that perpetuated itself with each change of season.

The job required you to be together twenty four hours a day, seven days a week, and this became more than just work. The coexistence forced by the missions for so long planted roots and bore fruit, always being with one person meant that there was no one else to talk to, spend time with, reveal secrets and... know like the back of your hand every alley of each other's souls.

There was no one else to talk to when a case stole the best of you, when killing a child was what made you cry in the car, with Five sitting next to you and his male hand resting gently on your back, in a gesture of solidarity.  

There was no one else to drink with when exhaustion washed over Five and his powers needed time to recharge. There was no one else to comment on sarcastic observations of situations that only the two of you lived in missions.

So the coexistence between two arch-enemies became the coexistence of two colleagues who knew each other very well, and passed on to two friends who understood how the other worked. Soon, it was no longer difficult to be in the same environment. In fact, whenever one of you had to do something separate, deep down in the soul you two felt like getting back to your normal routine soon, for to be with someone who understood how each of you two work out.

That's how more years went by, the routine now as solid as the mountains on the horizon. And this remained in that way until one day. Until that fateful day.

You don't really know how it happened. You don't know if this was something you've been feeling for a long time. It was hard to connect with emotions when your job was to kill without scruples. But in anyway, when your bullet pierced another skull, when you sat in the same seat, in the same car, and wiped the blood off your hands like you always had for so many years, with Five in the same driver's seat, something inside of you changed.

You didn't want that job anymore. And it hit you like a hot desert wind.

You no longer wanted to kill, torture, bury bodies at four in the morning, leave one slaughter only to go to another the next day.

There would always be a new target to scratch off the map.There would always be more hot blood to be wiped off your hands. Was this how your whole life would be summed up? Killing? At that point, after so many years, you couldn't remember why you got into this job. Maybe it had to do with the money, maybe it had to do with the anger and hatred that a horrible childhood had resulted in, but whatever it was, it no longer made sense to you.

"What's it?" Five's voice, as intense as hot coffee, snapped you out of your reverie. "You seem very lost in thought."

You were no longer surprised at how easily he could unravel you. You did the same thing with him too. At this stage of coexistence, it no longer made sense to lie and hide things from Five. Not only would he know you're lying, but he'd know how to get the truth out of you without even asking this time. And, most of all, you trust him.

"I'm thinking about retiring." What an ironic phrase for a 27 year old girl to say.

It was in that second that you lifted your attention in Five's direction, finding the wide, breathtaking green eyes staring at you. Something very intense and conflicted was thundering in that sea of emeralds. As if a gray storm had chased away all the sun and light from the ocean.

Are something that, as much as you tried and as much as you knew he for so many years, you didn't know how to unravel what it was. Without you realizing it, your heart was racing, your breathing was blocked and now your hands were no longer cleaning the blood from your fingers.

Five Hargreeves said nothing. He just turned toward the steering wheel, started the ignition, and set the car in motion, heading toward the commission once more. Normally, at this point of conviviality, it was almost routine for the two of you to talking post-mission, sarcastic and witty remarks on the way to the Commission.

But this time there was no one voice for the entire ride. Silence reigned like an omen, hanging heavy in the air like a gray and black funeral, charged with very deep emotions. The intensity was tangible and could have been cut with a dagger, but you were focused on keeping your eyes on the landscape in your window to see his fingers gripping the steering wheel, the white color already taking over his slender fingertips.

And Five Hargreeves was too focused on looking at the road to notice your shaky breathing. Not realizing how much force he was puttin on the steering wheel, how much his heart was quivering in a way he'd never felt before. Even though he'd already taken this same route to the Commission dozens of times, this time something tasted different. The air felt different. This is the end.

The clouds outside began to close in a obscure shade of gray. The noise of the wheels running along the road was the only sound that hovered inside the four doors, for him it was like a chorus that precedes the condemned man's path to the gallows. A funeral orchestra of ruin. Five can't say why but, in that moment, as the world outside exploded in the same funereal colors that were painting his soul, he remembered his father's words:  “Hold your breath and count to ten”.

In that very second, just as his father's hoarse, raspy voice evaporated into the air like mist in the sun, the clouds gave way to their weight, pouring a furious torrent of water into the world. The droplets fell onto the car like infinite marbles, and the color of the horizon became even darker. Maybe the color of the future too.       As the sky's appearance turned almost apocalyptic with each car's advance, Five found no motivation in the whole body to care, to care if the storm would knock down trees in its path, blow off the roofs of houses, become a tornado. He didn't care.

Let the sky fall.

Not a word was said when the car parked at the commission, not a word was said as each went to their apartment, and not a word was said as night fell and the rain grew heavier. It was like a wall had gone up between Five and you all over again. Like the same as years ago. But now loaded with more emotions, not just hate.

You couldn't tell how you were. Not whit what you was felling. Is been so long that you have a routine that you couldn't say how to live your life without Five. You didn't want to live life without him. That was the only certainty you had.

The next day, while you were in the commission's file room looking for the profile of a possible target your boss asked you for, the retirement request still forming in your brain, the noise of a familiar blue flash echoed beside you.

“Five!’’ You gasp in shock, your suit tie now feeling too tight. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be picking up the new briefcase in the construction sector?''

“Y/n.” Only this. Just the way your name left his red lips like an incantation, the key to your secrets. No matter how many years passed, the way he said your name always made you feel strange things. “Are you still going to retire?”

That caught you off guard. Almost as if the sky turned red. You didn't expect him to broach the subject. You knew the guy, maybe at most he would give you god with a pat on the back and slam the door behind you as soon as you left the commission.

“I…” you took a deeper breath, letting your shoulders slump. “Yes, I think so.”

How would you live if you never heard that voice say your name again?

Five was silent once more. This time, his gaze was lost somewhere in the room. The six-foot-tall perfectly straight stance, the body of a guy 28-year-old's body exuding that cologne that always made your breath miss somewhere. His hands were tucked into the bottom of his dress pants, so you didn't know his fingers were squeezing his palms tightly.

It was then that he lowered his eyes in your direction. That sea of green deeply staring into every corner of your soul. There were secrets in that look. Secrets you want him to tell you.

Something inside you snapped at that moment. An electric current invading your body from head to toe. You'd already done a lot of things in your life, many of them devastated you, but in that little second, you knew that, whatever he was going to tell you, this is gonna take your down.

You were afraid that Five could hear your heartbeat. Because you could hear.

But as much as Five was feeling his throat on fire, his hands itching and something screaming that he might die if he didn't do anything, he couldn't find the words to tell you what was on his soul. He didn't know how to say that he couldn't imagine days when he didn't get mad at you, nights when you didn't complain about the cold and how annoying he was.

Hargreeves would rather you yell at him than never hear your voice again. You were a drug that, after so many years, he couldn't let go.

It was inconceivable to drive that car if you weren't in the passenger seat. He always knew there was  the possibility for you to leave this life. Leave that job. Leave him. But the truth was he wasn't ready for that to happen. Maybe he never was.

Five didn't know how to tell that he spent the night awake doing math equations to find the coordinates to get back to his reality. Not for him. But because…maybe, just maybe, if he showed you a new adventure, you'd agree to go with him.

Stay a few more years by his side. Maybe enough years until when you realize that you're already old and that you can't remember a life when the two of you weren't together.

Hargreeves would never make you stay in a job you were unhappy in, let alone one that requires killing. But he could give you a new offer. And maybe he could mask the need to have you on his side with the excuse that he would be leaving anyway. And if he wasn't by your side too, you could end up dead in any ditch, and he wouldn't soil his suit with your blood carrying your body or spend time going to your funeral.

When Five finally managed to tell you that he was leaving and that you could go with him - in a very not a eloquent way, that didn't show any romantic connotation or intentions at all - he was surprised when you accepted.

You didn't show any sentimentality either, saying that even if the downside of the situation was having to to deal with him any longer, you couldn't deny one adventure. Even more if it meant becoming a rebel and turning your back on the commission in a very disreputable way, since you couldn't ask for retirement now that Five was leaving tomorrow.

Hargreeves knew you liked reckless and orchestrated things right away, and maybe he was also counting on that motivating you to agree to go with him.

“it’s because i’m so attractive isn’t it?” you barked at him.

"I say this. And i cannot stress this enough. i find you completely repulsive."

That moment in the file room was one of the few situations where the two of you were soft on each other. And as soon as the chance of separation didn't hover over yours heads, the fights, anger and irritation returned with overwhelming force. Maybe because, in a very strange way, that was the normal for the two of you. That was you two comfort zone.

And that's how things unfolded. That's how you followed Five through dimensions, through his family dramas, through the second apocalypse. And that's how you ended up here, arms folded on the  Elliot´s couch, which you've recently begun to think is stupid, imprisoned in 1963 - a stupid time when it really always pissed you off more than usual. - Having to face Lila's stupid face because she was sitting on the other stupid couch in front of you

It didn't help that stupid Five was too busy explaining his plan to Lila one more time.

What a fucking stupid situation.

You don't know why you were in such a bad mood. And you've always been known to have an explosive personality, so being angrier than usual meant you was unbearable now.

Everything in your temper started to get worse the second Five returned to Morty's television with Diego and Lila. His brother didn't bother you, in fact you even found him pleasant. What got on your nerves was that girl who made you want to commit a murder all over again. Her voice irritated you, her big eyes made you want to break something, and the way she paid so much attention to Five, as if he were an heady snake enchanted by a skilled sorcerer, awakened a destructive sense you thought you didn't have more.

This situation was so fucking ridiculous. For God's sake, you were a grown woman. Extremely dangerous, categorized as the Commission's top assassin. How the hell were you in such a childish position? Seething whenever that girl silently looked at Five.

God, you wanted to gouge out those eyes.

It didn't help that she looked like an princess. And, as much as you look at yourself and brag about having boobs so much bigger than hers, she is very pretty and you can't help but be annoyed that you're giving vent to the female rivalry you've always hated.

What the fucking damn hell. You hated that girl.

"But what if your guys can't find your dad or if he doesn't help solve this crazy timeline you just said?" Her voice asking the same question again was the trigger.

“Can't you think for yourself or do you just like to have everything in hand?” You said, arms crossed, one leg on top of the other and the look on fire.

Five looked at you. “It’s a valid question.”

Oh he wouldn't defend her.

“For those who don’t have half a brain, that’s for sure.”

Now you had his full attention. “I've gotten used to your damn bad mood, but you're an extremely pain in the ass these days. Have you ever tried passion fruit juice?"

“Have you tried to go fuck yourself?” You retorted.

“Sure would be better than fucking you”

“I don’t know, Five, that friend of yours on the Commission seemed to like it a lot”

You can tell when his eyes were bloodshot with liquid anger, and it got even worse when Diego tried to stifle his laughter. As much as you were bluffing, Five didn't know that, and that's why things was so more interesting.

“Can you quit being emotional for five seconds? and stop to disturb my fucking explanation?”

Oh you who was in his way? Not the dumb girl in front of him? If he was so stupid that he realized that girl was wanting his attention, you weren't going to be like a fucking audience watching that.

“Fuck you.” You got up from the couch, grabbing your jacket from the chair and walking past Elliot as he came back with some snacks.

You slammed the door behind you, leaving four people silent in the room.

“Is the pretty girl leaving already?” Elliot asked in all his innocence, his pure intention just an annoyance to Five more.

The green-eyed Hargreeves stood up, huffing a curse as he disappeared in the blue flash, going to look for you. He found coming down the last flight of stairs, stopping on a step below you.

“What the fuck was that?!”

"What?!"

"Don't play dumb whit me, you know I'm referring to that little tantrum scene upstairs!"

“I didn't throw a tantrum, your asshole! Only that girl's stupidity was driving me crazy!'' You gestured with your hands, and when he went to retort you cut him off immediately "You feel the same as I know! I worked for years by your side, I've seen you yelling at someone for less than what she were doing."

“And what the fuck does it matter now?! I don't have TIME to deal with her mistakes if she don't understand the fucking plan. This time it's not targets or a stupid mission at stake, Y/N, it's the fucking end of the world! So if I have to answer a stupid question twice just to avoid a catastrophe, I'm fucking fine with that!''

Was an understatement to say that this time your entire body burned with rage. Your eyes fluttered slightly in an uncontrollable tic that came whenever you were extremely angry. And Five was surprised by the magnitude of your reaction. Of course he knew you had a quick temper, he had the same thing himself, but it wasn't normal for you to get so annoyed over some girl's questions.

“Don't raise your fucking voice at me! I'm not that girl upstairs who will be silent and listening everything you have to say!"

“Why do you keep bringing it up? You never did it anyway! If I remember correctly, the last few years have been full of fights because you don't listen to me!" His voice didn't lower, but you expected it to happen anyway. “If only you were like her and listened to me, things would be so much easier!”

That was like a slap. Burning, right in the center of the cheek, the  type that burns from the inside out. And Five realized he'd gone to far.

Anger easily turned to hate in your eyes, and something inside of you exploded into a mixture of hurt, rancor and sadness. Who was he thinking he was?! Did he think he was going to say any shit to you and you'd be quiet like a dog?! You didn't need him, you didn't need him in your timeline, and you didn't need him in this one either.

"So why don't you go make plans with your new toy and stay the fuck away from me?!" You cleared space between his body and the wall to pass, but the male hand gripped your wrist with the same precision he used to hold a gun.

‘Y/n, i…”

“Don't touch me! Fuck!” You pulled hard on your wrist, releasing any skin contact that connects the two of you. “If you value someone as much as she does, why don't you go there and enjoy it?! Do you think I need to stay here?! Whit you?! Seeing that damn scene?!'' You slashed with the same venom he poured on you, both blinded by rage. “I don't fucking need you! I got by just fine before you came along and I'll get by without you!"

"For God's sake! You know that's not what fucking I meant!" The glint of regret on the green sea gave way once more to angry waves. “And you can stop acting like you don't want to be here, because we both know you came here of your own free will fuck! I swear to god sometimes you are worse than any drama my brothers cause, i can barely think when you have your explosions!"

“You just go back upstairs damn! What the hell are you doing here then?!” You made a rude gesture with your hand to indicate upstairs. “Go back to your new toy!”

“ I swear to god you were my dream come true but turns out you’re a fucking nightmare too! I can't believe I actually asked you to come with me! I should have let you have your fucking retirement.”

Your air is gone. And if you had been slapped before, that was a punch in the stomach. “You're not worth my time, Hargreeves.” Was the only thing you managed to say, because the burning in your eyes was starting to be impossible to contain.

“Y/n…''

"No" Your voice was filled with a seriousness that made you shiver. “I can’t have this argument with you again”

"but-"

"No. i'm done."

You walked the rest of the steps down the stairs in a rage, swearing you'd kill that son of a bitch if he came after you one more time. There was a limit to your patience, and you'd already maxed out that day. But somehow, deep down, you knew he wouldn't come back.

You knew him too well to know that, and he knew you too well to know when you'd really reached the edge.

Neither of you two knew how this situation got this far. Nor at what moment did the normal of you two dynamics pass into the realm of real anger and discussion. The words came out as quickly as two gunpowder bombs explode on contact with the fire.

But, whether in hate or love, Five Hargreeves cared about you. Even knowing that you killed countless really dangerous figures, whole groups of big men, he couldn't help but feel a huge discomfort for you walking the streets alone at night, even more so in the year 1963. A time full of homophobia, machismo, racism, persecution and oppression. Full of shitty people with even more shitty principles who were willing to get into a fight if they didn't have their opinions accepted, and you weren't the type to shut up.

Not to mention the end of the world hitting the 10-day hourglass.

So when three days had passed and he hadn't heard from you, Five's feelings and worries spoke louder than any resentment or rancor over some stupid fight.

That was always one of the beauties of his strange relationship with you. It didn't matter how bad each other's tempers were, how shitty a situation or a fight. You two was always accepted by each other. Without requiring changes. You accepted his mood and he accepted yours. Nobody demanded anything, because nobody saw fault with each other. That was who you  two were, and the truth was that you loved and accepted each other in any form. Fights have always been normal, even more so with the two of you, but no one has ever demanded that one change his essence, be more sympathetic or less sarcastic.

Five Hargreeves didn't have time to take care of any situation Lila would ruin if she didn't understand the plan, but he did have time to look for you from corner to corner of that town. It doesn't matter how many days it took. In his weird way, Five put you in a very different kind of priority than anything he'd ever been through in his life. Family, work, obligations.

It wasn't the first time he'd dropped everything to go after you. And he prayed it wouldn't be the last.

But ,somehow this situation felt different. The air looked the same way in the car that day you said you were going to retire. That realization raised the hairs on the back of his neck.

In the end, was a gift from some deity or fate, Five didn't take long to find you. In a hotel. A long way from where Elliot's house was. He didn't even have to ask which room you were in.

You always picked number five, ironically.

A blue flash flashed inside your room, materializing the man you'd been thinking about so much the last few days.

'Five!' Your heart leapt in  your chest, your hands gripping the towel in front of your naked bodie.

To you, it seemed more like a diabolical trick of fate.

If honesty was needed at this point, you'd have to confirm that you were getting ready to find Five. The emotions inside you being clouded by the oppressive weight of missing. In those three days, you remembered why you agreed to follow Five. Why did you give up retirement. Why you became a defector.

Because it was no longer possible to live without him.

And that made you even more miserable and unhappy. Because, for the first time, you were truly sorry for all the horrible things you'd said to him. Because most of what you said was a lie.

You regretted freaking out like that just because was jealous. Jealous that that girl was looking at him with… with the same look you looked at him. And if you need to be honest one more time, you were terrified of him looking at her the same way —or rather— that he looked at you.

Of course  all that didn't justify your freak out, and as much as you'd never been so jealous before in so many years, it still wasn't something to accept. But regardless of what part of you is regretting, things wouldn't be decided if he wasn't regretting the things he said too.

Five Hargreeves liked to think he was always ready for anything. For any situation. But nothing could have prepared him for the way relief and missing exploded through his shoulders the second he laid eyes on you. He had forgotten how your image was the only thing that brought him peace. Hargreeves said nothing as he closed the distance between the two of you, letting the relief in his eyes say the words he couldn't say.

The masculine arms, chilled by the cold out side, enfolded you in an urgent hug. Desperate, sloppy. The type that tightens rather than comforts. Five held you like you were going to disappear. And maybe the fear of losing you was still hovering in his head since you announced your retirement.

"I don't regret anything involving you." It was the only thing his voice, rough as crushed coffee beans, could manage to say. His nose sunk into your wet hair, that smelled like lavender, happiness and home.

The chaos in his mind made him not realize the state you were in. The heat of the hot water on your skin, your hands still holding the towel or else you'd end up naked. But even if that cloth obstructed your actions, there was nothing to stop your words.

"It was a lie when I said I didn't need you"

His elegant face, with strands of midnight black falling lightly through his brows, came out of hiding to look into your eyes. Those deep green irises that made you forget your own name, but you would never forget his name.

This time, there was something new in the green expanse, something…overwhelming. Hot, needy, dangerous. There was a heat inside his eyes that you could feel on your skin. Like an omen. here was something different in the air in that second. Some unspoken confession, some invisible boundary crossed. Something that made the atmosphere more muffled, the breathing heavier.

It had been so many years that something hungry had been lurking, like a demon in the dark, at the very core of both of your souls. The same visceral thing Five always felt every time he looked at you. And that over the years that thing only become more hungry, anxious, selfish and angry.

There were days when Five wondered if could touch your skin gently, lovingly. Because that sensation was gaining a lot of space in his body and now, if he touched you, he didn't know if he wouldn't devour you aggressively instead of tasting you masterfully.

Staying away has always been the best option. Especially when you irritated Five to the point where he wanted to punish you in a variety of different ways and positions. Shut your mouth in many ways.

But this time, instead of controlling the leering eyes in your direction, nothing stopped Five from looking down your nearly naked body, devouring every line that existed in you, every drop of water that marked your hot skin. He always knew you were a temptation to his sanity. Your body always made him want to teach you different lessons than fighting and arguin.

He blew it out through his nose, hot, heavy, full of troubled emotions, and that air hit his steam-moistened lips.

There's always been an unspoken air between the two of you, an unspoken mutual lust, almost as if you two've spent all those years playing cat and mouse. Seeing who is won first.

Hargreeves wanna touch you so fucking much that itched his bones.

"You are so quiet." You whispered, that low, devilish voice that always made him bite his teeth. " What you thinking?"

It was always so wrong. So tempting. You were his partner. His enemy.

"I can scare you if I talk."

It sent a shiver down your spine and spread between your legs, making your thighs warm and the air more heavier.

“Try me.” You have decided to break a line that has long existed between you. "I don't scare easily."

Five was tired of your smart mouth. Your biting answers, your wit, and your constant need to always act like a brat. You'd been teasing him for years, pushing him to the edge, to the end of the parapet. And he's been imagining a thousand different ways to enforce control over you for years.

He still felt himself holding onto something. Perhaps on the same thread of sanity he'd been holding onto for so many years, which was growing thinner, more fragile.

But it was at that exact moment that you smiled.

Not the same smile you gave so often. Not an ironic, happy, mocking, or wistful.

It was a fiery smile, full of hellfire. A smile that made your features darken, your lips more sinful, and lust could be seen burning like a blazing fire in the world of your eyes.

At that moment, the wire snapped.

Hargreeves took your chin between his fingers in a tight grip, lifting your gaze until met his appositely. He brought your lips to his, with a hunter's slowness.

“I wanna to break you.” His words blew into your parted mouth, like cigarette smoke. “I wanna to hurt you. I wanna to hear my name from your fucking mouth. In screams so loud the neighbors will wonder if you're okay."

The only sound in the room was your intense heartbeat. You could no longer tell if you were still breathing. But you can said that the bedroom light has dimmed to a sultry, warm red.

Your lips trembled in a silent plea to be kissed. Tamed, broken.

“I wanna fuck you.” Five pulled you more closer to him, the grip on your chin still tight as iron. “but if i do it, i'm gonna kill you.”

It was at that moment that your hands turned to jelly, the towel dropping to the floor, the heat in your body exploding like fireworks. You could feel the arousal oozing from your pussy, staining inner thighs. Five growled loudly as he lowered his eyes, capturing your big boobs,your hard, prickly nipples for him. His gaze darted to your tiny waist, and stopped at the wetness that pooled at the tops of your thighs.

“Are you dripping already?” He returned his attention to your eyes, his body coming closer until the material of his shirt prickled your hot skin. “Just imagining how aggressively I can fuck you?”

His grip on your chin tightened, and you couldn't take your eyes off him, even as one of his hands went to your left breast, squeezing the flesh with a force that would have left the imprint of his fingers.

“I won't be gentle with you. “He warned. "Not when you've been teasing me for so many years, not when I've fucked so many whores thinking about fucking you."

You moaned this time. "I dont care."

“How are you behaving.” Five scoffed, the hot flesh of his lips brushing yours. “Did it take a fucking girl to flirt with me for you to be so obedient?”

He saw the lust mix with the anger in yours eyes. Eyes that aways drove him insane.

“What did you just say? Did you know then you motherfucker.”

“Of course, i not stupid.” He smirked mockingly.

“Then why the hell…”

“Because I wanted to see you confess.”

Hargreeves kissed you. Deeply. The kind of kiss a man shouldn't give a woman. The kind that ravages yours every thought, that annihilates all notions of pleasure, of desire, of lust. Five didn't kiss you, he stole your soul, swallowed your reasoning, nailed his name to your chest. Everything in the room exploded in shades of red, crimson. In muffled sensations, broken moans, heavy breaths.

Suddenly, Five's hands were all over the place. Exploring, squeezing, marking as property. He devoured you. And you wanted to be devoured.

“F-five” you whimpered as he slapped your ass, climbing onto your back in territorial grips.

"I'm always so damn busy dealing with you, lusting you, arguing with you, for to care about some girl's flirtation." His sharp teeth nibbled your bottom lip, both breaths heavy. “I’ve waited for this moment for a fucking long time.”

Your hands went to the back of his neck, squeezing the blacks hair, shutting his mouth with a kiss that was so desperate it was pitiful. Begging him to claim you, mark you, break you. You were offering everything to Five on a golden platter. Your body, your heart, your soul. Every bit of what it meant to be you. And he would welcome everything.

Hargreeves parted yours lips, a thread of hot saliva connecting the two of you for a second before disappearing into the void, only for him to plunge his mouth into yours breasts. His tongue licking each piece of flesh, sucking on the hardened nipple, moving on to the next and leaving a trail of bites and dark hickeys. Trademarks, property signs.

Five could no longer control himself. He lowered his hands to your legs, hooking and pulling you up. Your thighs hugged his waist, pulling him as close as possible. The room was filled with moans, gasps and growls, sounds that sent waves of arousal to your pussy and made your core throb with more and more desperation.

He turned you around in the bedroom, refusing to lift his face from your breasts even as he headed toward the bed, sucking the battered nipple like it was a fucking good toy. You mind whirled, clouded by sensations you never thought possible, sending any other priority into space.

Five slapped your back on the soft mattress, disconnecting his mouth from you and taking a full look at your entire body. His breathing was loud and aggressive, his clothes rumpled and his dark hair a complete mess. You weren't intimidated by his gaze in your naked body. In fact, you felt powerful like a goddess, sensual like a sin. And Five bit his lip at this, his arousal increasing aggressively.

"You're a fucking tease, you know that?" He slammed his open palm against the side of your thigh, taking the time to rip off his suit, shirt, and tie until he reconnected yours lips in an even fiercer kiss.

“I want you to fuck me.” Your voice came out as a broken whimper, a mixture of pleading, crying, and groaning.

Five Hargreeves were too much for your nervous system.

“Oh you poor thing” He scoffed, analyzing your hair. “Do you so badly need my cock like that?”

You squirmed on the bed, his hot body pressed against yours, his very masculine chest pressed to your breasts full of marks, hickeys and spiky spittle. Five had barely touched you and you were already a crying mess.

“Y-yes” you cried as he shifted his pelvis into yours, just a millimeter, a taste of his size. "please. I ne-need you to fuck me so badly!”

“You want that i fuck you stupid?” over a busy pelvis, hands having squeezing everywhere.

“Ye-yes!”

Hargreeves took the time to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants. But this time, when he came back to you, he didn't bring his lips to yours.

“Open your fucking mouth.”

He ordered. And as soon as you did the ordering, Five tucked the belt into your mouth, making sure the material stood in horizontal between yours teeth, like a gag.

"If that damn thing falls out of your mouth while I fuck you, I swear I'll stop in the same fucking second."

You ground your teeth hard against the leather, your eyes flecked with tears of agony and anticipation, your body shifting impatiently. Five aggressively opened yours knees, growling loudly when he saw your soaking pussy, the sound only making your core throb even more.

“I want to eat you so bad. “He wouldn't look into your eyes. "But I need to get inside you today."

This time the green irises, now completely dark, looked deep into yours eyes. Making sure  left a tattoo of his name on your soul. “The only thing you'll feel in that dirty pussy is my cock. After so many years of teasing, you don't deserve my fingers or my mouth to prepare you today.”

He leaned under you once more, wrapping his arm around your waist and squeezing you tightly, the other hand went to his own cock, using the red, swollen head and leaking, in yours weeping lips.

You let out a loud groan, throwing your head back and grinding your hips against his cock.

“I know, little thing. You really need me to fuck you stupid” He teased, the cretin, establishing his eternal dominance in you. Letting out all the frustration of years.

Five raised her eyes to yours, his face completely serious and contorted from the Herculean effort he was making not to get into you.

“Do you know how much I've been imagining this?” He breathed against you “Wanting to see you like this, completely desperate and silent and perfect for me. A dirty fucking mess just because you want my cock so badly.”

A plea came from yours lips, yours hands digging their nails into his toned, ample back, scarred from struggles and missions that took work. Marks that you were together he won each one.

“You better tighten that belt tight.” his mouth lowered to your ear "Because I'm going to break you."

Then Hargreeves entered you. Completely. In one move. Making you swallow every inch of him, drooling around his fat cock.                 Just like he warned you before, you loud his name. Your head thrown back,  nails digging into his broad shoulders, your legs too wobbly to wrap around his waist. Five moan in a very high volume, bringing his mouth to your shoulder to discount the insane pleasure that he was feeling, biting you so hard it might make you scar. But the only thing you could think of was that he was too thick, too fat, filling every space in you and still fighting for more.

Hargreeves began to fuck you at an aggressive, raw, savage, primal. He fucked you with the hunger of a beast, of an enraged man. With each thrust, his head slammed deeper into you, as if trying to carve his own way, demanding more.

Screams, groans and the raw sounds of bodies colliding invaded the room, perhaps the entire floor. You tightened the belt like your life depended on it, and Five fucked you like the bottom of you could contain the absorption for all his sins. He tightened his arm around you, using his free hand to find balance on the mattress and momentum to increase the force of the thrusts even more. Beating inside you with force, hunger and urgency. It was as if Five wanted to devour you.

He connected his lips to yours, prevented from fully kissing only because of the belt. But that didn't stop Five from pulling his lips even more, mumbling against your mouth, cursing that you had such damn fucking good a pussy, who sucked he so desperately. With each degradation the knot inside you grew bigger, your mind became more cloudy, your reason was lost, and the only thing you could feel was his cock thrusting hard.

“Oh, are you going to cum yet?” He scoffed cruelly, only for his mocking tone to fade and give way to a serious, aggressive, bossy intonation.“You. fucking. not.”

That was enough to snap you out of your trance, looking at him in a mixture of bewilderment, desperation and pleasure. You cried a completely messed up please, your breasts bouncing with the force he buried his cock deep into you.

“Fucking not” Five growled once more. “After that little stunt? you're not getting off that easy”

You closed your eyes in utter annoyance, the moans still coming out as pathetic whimpers, the pussy drooling and forming a fat white ring around his cock, his swollen head always hitting just the right spot.

“Hold the belt tighter.” He ordered, bringing your body up with his arm closer to him, pulling her waist back toward him, biting his teeth with a force he barely knew he had.

You made a muttering that sounded like mockery, and he knew you too well to not have to hear a phase clearly to know what you meant. Always a brat who gets annoyed when you doesn't get what you wants. But this time, you'd given Five free rein to take out his annoyance on you. And he would use that.

His free palm landed on your left cheek in a smacking slap. You let out a loud groan, your hands going up his arms, holding on to Five like a mooring at sea.

“You'd better watch your fucking mouth. Did I Stutter? Do as you’re told!”

You obeyed without hesitation. Gritting yours teeth into the now completely ruined leather with bites and drool. It was getting harder and harder to hold the orgasm, and Five's slap only served as fuel to take you to the edge of pleasure, of delirium.

You had lusted after that for so many years, dreamed of him fucking you with the aggression you knew he had.

Five rewarded your obedience with his mouth returning to your nipple, sucking on the battered nipple and drawing a cry of over-stimulation from you.

"You can cum now."

He allowed, his own movements becoming sloppy, his moans and gasps getting louder. He wasn't going to last that long anymore, the insane pleasure crushing whatever train of thought he had, sending any phrase to hell. The moment Five felt your walls tighten absurdly around his cock, sending maddening waves through his nervous system, he cum with you, unable to stop it any longer. Hargreeves came in long, hot jets, filling every inch of you. The fat head sunk perfectly into your cervix, the sperm spurting right at the entrance to your uterus. The sensation made you feel extremely full, stuffed and totally satisfied.

Five gave you a few minutes to come down from the climax, removing the belt from your mouth, now with tender, loving touches.

"You did so well, babe." He praised you, his thumb brushing your cheek, yours eyes barely able to stay open.

You don't remember very well the seconds that passed, but you felt like Five gave you another hot bath, tucked you into his shirt and lay down beside you on the bed. Bringing your body close to his, massaging your neck with his thumb.

“That was wild” You finally felt more refreshed to speak again.

Five pulling you closer. "I'm sorry I was so hard on you."

"I liked." You whispered, your face buried in his warm, strong chest that made you feel like nothing bad could get you there. Not even the apocalypse. “Of course this isn’t what I had in mind when I yelled fuck you that day.”

This time his laugh was loud, half hoarse and. Your sense of humor was always a delight to Five, you always found the weirdest things to say and the weirdest comments, and he loved it. The truth was, you were an aphrodisiac for Five Hargreeves.

“Are you still mad at me?” your head didn't leave his chest.

"I've never really been." Five wrapped his arms around you, pulling the blanket closer to you, snuggling you. “Sweetheart, you’re my entire world”

You pressing yourself closer to him.

"I shouldn't have said those things to you." His voice was soft and loving and caring. "I'm really sorry."

“I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass…” your voice whispered softly, muffled by his chest.

“I heard that!”

“You were supposed to!”

You both laughed, hugging each other even more. Five lowered his mouth to your forehead, placing a soft kiss on your warm skin.

"Can I tell you a secret?" you let go, and Five agreed.

“You're not very intimidating. Even when was screaming. It's actually quite funny.”

“Oh God, what am I going to do with you, little thing?” He gently pulled your head out of hiding, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“Bear me. Just like I've put up with you for years. Cute."

“Are you flirting with me?” Hargreeves eyed you suspiciously.

“You noticed finally?”

You two lost yourself in laughter. And Five whispered an 'I love you too' into your ear before the two of you fell into a deep sleep.

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Hey!Can you please write something about five hargreeves with an angry love confession?tysm i love your writing

"Why won't you let me do anything?" you demanded. "I'm capable of taking care of myself! You don't need to baby me!"

Five swiveled around angrily. "I don't care if you can take care of yourself! Those people are better than you, they could hurt you! I don't want you risking that happening!"

"Why do you even care?" you snapped. "It's my life, not yours!"

"I care because I'm in love with you!" he yelled.

You both went silent.

Five turned away, embarrassed and angry and in so much pain. "I've lost so much," he whispered. "I don't want to lose you too."

"Oh, Five..." you murmured. You took a tentative step closer, then another. You put your arms around him and rested your head on his shoulder. "I love you too."

Five slumped against you. "I'm sorry for yelling."

"It's okay." You kissed his cheek. "I am too. I just... I don't want anything to happen to you either. I want to be able to protect you."

Five sighed. "I know."

"How about we protect each other, okay?" You pulled away so you could look at him. "As long as we're together, we'll never let anything happen to each other."

Five nodded. "Okay," he whispered. "Okay."

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[stvrchaser]

destined or doomed?

( pairing ) : five hargreeves x reader

( about ) : five makes a discovery about his future self and the life he’s setting himself up for

( warnings ) : angst, five being oblivious so they’re kind of a mess (don't worry, there’s fluff at the end. they stressed me out so i thought they deserved a happy moment before i inevitably destroy them)

( words ) : 2600

( note ) : you know that scene in ep4 where five finds out his future self invents the place that literally made him a killer who had to live with the guilt of every life he’s taken but then they never talk about it again? yeah. here’s my take on the mental breakdown that could have ensued after that. (oh and watch out for a pt2. did you really think i was gonna end the pain here?)

edit: here’s part 2 !!

“All that will be left is… oblivion.”

It’s a chilling warning to begin with, a prophesied forthcoming of the end — the end of everything. Uneasiness pricks at your skin, your mind unsure of how to process what you’re seeing and hearing. Here lies the creator of the sole protector of order across the timelines and he’s… unanticipated. He’s a simultaneous friend and stranger.

It’s a chilling warning to begin with, a prophesied forthcoming of the end — the end of everything. Uneasiness pricks at your skin, your mind unsure of how to process what you’re seeing and hearing. Here lies the creator of the sole protector of order across the timelines and he’s… unanticipated. He’s a simultaneous friend and stranger.

He’s Five Hargreeves, decades into the future, the barely breathing image of Death.

“What do you mean?” Lila inquires, similarly baffled by the scene at play.

“This is what you have coming,” Five tells his younger self. Of all the abnormalities you’ve been dealing with in the past couple of weeks, this takes the cake by far. In between supernatural abilities, the end of the world, and all the moments in between, this seems the most ridiculous, somehow. You would have never imagined, not in your wildest dreams, that Five — so full of fire and life for as long as you’ve known each other — would someday be reduced to gaunt remains to power the ruins of the Commission. It’s just not right. Five is meant to see the world, to immerse himself in the wonderful things it has to offer. He’s not supposed to be tied down to a machine, stripped of life and humanity.

“Listen to me, you ass,” Five begins. Frustrated, he seems tempted to throttle himself for answers. “I just spent the last 20 days running around, saving the world from apocalypses, only to keep trying to save the world. Now I’m stuck in this pubescent body, my hormones are raging, and all I wanna do is go out and buy a 1970s Corvette Stingray.” He speaks through gritted teeth, low and intended entirely for himself. You hurt for him, really. He’s so tired all the time. He deserves a break, you figure. All versions of him.

“Take it easy on him, Five,” you say. Is it strange to feel sympathy for this distant imitation of the Five you know? It should be, considering he’s lived years ahead of the man you’re familiar with. He’s barely even looked at you. Should he matter to you? Is it possible that this version of Five doesn’t know you? But regardless of whether or not you’re acquainted, they’re the same, aren’t they? Five Hargreeves will always be stubborn, and it seems heroics are also in his nature. He intends to repair, to salvage. He wouldn’t live his last prolonged breaths in this facility if he didn’t have a greater purpose.

“Maybe they’re right,” Lila agrees, giving you a weary look. “He’s hanging by a thread. It might be best if—”

“This is between me and myself, so stay out of it.” Under different circumstances, you might berate him for being rude, but you understand his distress. Instead, you stay silent, settling for giving Lila an apologetic look. “Thank you,” he mutters, appreciative.

The second that he turns back to you, you try to look calm. You try to show him the unconditional support he’ll always have so long as you’re around, hoping to somehow communicate it as genuinely as humanly possible. If it works, you’re not sure. Five turns away almost immediately.

“Now, this Kugelblitz, it isn’t some tiny leak that we can fix by patching a couple of pinholes. It’s a giant trash compactor which is grinding up the universe and consuming it whole. So tell me how you stop it!” Guiltily, you watch him tremble with rage. A part of you, despite wanting to grant him space and privacy, feels helpless. You want to help, but Five has always insisted he do things alone. If you were to offer, would he even accept?

“Whatever you do,” his older counterpart gasps, the steady beeping of his heart monitor gradually quickening, “…don't save the world.”

What?

Now, that doesn’t sound like the Five you know. What happened to the man so desperate to save his family? What happened to that insufferable determination to live?

“Dont… or you will lose everything that matters.” For a second, you think the older Five purposefully turns to you, almost as if he’s talking directly to you. For the first time, he meets your gaze. Unexpectedly, he looks mournful. Why? What does he have to mourn? He’s the one dying, not you. What is he grieving? Suddenly, you think you did know each other, after all.

Until when?

“What do you mean, don't save… Five!” he panics as the whirring of the machine starts to die down. His older self has gone still, eyes blank and his body lifeless. “No,” Five starts again. “How do I fix this?”

You reach forward, searching for a pulse. You flinch at the contact but don’t find the steady rhythm you’re hoping for. This confounding remainder of a man, despite passing merely seconds ago, feels cold. He’s completely and utterly lifeless and his lack of consciousness is almost tangible. It was almost as if you could feel that his soul had parted with his body.

“He's dead, Five.” He inhales a sharp breath like he might start crying. Expectedly, he turns away from you. He hides. Five has a tendency to seclude himself behind a set of walls that you insist aren’t necessary. He turns to them anyway, a constant companion and a trusted salvation. 

“Can I have the room?”

“Five, do you really think that’s a good idea?” You know it isn’t. It isn’t healthy at all to let anyone bottle up their emotions the way he does. Still, you respect his decision when he inevitably declines the offer. He’s grieving. He needs time. What he needs, you’ll give.

“Y/N, please. I need the room.” You sigh.

“Alright. I’ll be right outside if you need anything.”

 ミ★

Five hasn’t talked about it since you left. He insisted on coming back to the hotel. Immediately. Yes, you decided to grant him his respite, but you assumed he would at least bring it up. Why won’t he bring it up?

“I know you want to ask. Go ahead,” he offers. Turned away, pouring himself another glass of wine or vodka or whatever the end of the world has to offer for refreshments, Five is impossible to read. His voice doesn’t betray any hint of emotion and neither will his face.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” You bristle.

“What’s the point of letting me ask if you’re going to lie to me anyway?”

“I just watched myself die.”

“I know, Five. I was there. Why else do you think I’m so worried?” He turns in his chair, still emotionless when he meets your gaze. If two opposites are supposed to neutralize each other, you’ve defeated the odds. He’s too calm, uncaring, and it makes your blood boil.

“What do you want me to say, Y/N?” He doesn’t even snap at you. Sure, he sounds exhausted but that’s all there is to it — tiredness. Not at all does he seem interested in solving the issue at hand. He’s not calculating the odds, mind almost loud enough to be heard, not like he was the first two times he’d tried to save the world. 

“Well, how do you feel, for starters?

“I was… what? One-hundred?” he dismisses, incredulously considering the circumstances, “I’d lived an entire lifetime ahead of myself now. What do I have to sympathize with? Chances are he barely remembers anything from this point in time.”

“What do you — what do you have to sympathize with?” you echo, outraged. “It’s you, Five! You just watched yourself, fifty or so years into the future hooked up to machines. And for what? So you could keep the Commission running? You know what that place can do to a person. Aren’t you upset about that?”

“Apparently not, seeing as I created it.”

“And nothing about that seems off to you? I mean, not just for yourself right now, but what about everyone else? What about others, people like me and Lila, who were… that place robbed us all of everything, Five. Do you honestly believe that you could make the Commission knowing all that you do right now?”

“We don’t know what will happen between now and then.”

“If we don’t even try to save the world, we’ll never find out.” He takes a moment to consider your point. At least, you hope that’s what he’s doing, not forming another argument.

“Why does this mean so much to you?” It’s your turn to hesitate. Why does it? Mean so much to you, that is. If the Commission is established in this timeline, the guilt isn’t placed on you. You won’t be repeating history. Five will.

But why should he? You don’t think it’s a decision you’ll ever understand, certainly not one you’ll ever agree with. But when he does, what happens to the two of you? Is this how you lose each other? 

Because I never would have let you do this to yourself all over again, you want to say. Because the only reason you could have ever done this is if I wasn’t there to stop you.

“Why does it mean so little to you?”

“I would have never met you if it weren’t for the Commission,” he says, and it stings because he’s right. The two of you would have never met. But what does that matter in comparison to the universe at risk? Five could live on without you. He already has.

“That price… in exchange for the life you should have had. If you gain the power between now and later to start the Commission, you’ll have the power to go home, Five. You can fix the problem before your younger self even finds out about it. There doesn’t have to be an apocalypse. Viktor doesn’t have to be the catalyst. You don’t have to be the savior. You wouldn’t have to worry about all this.” You try to contain your tears, blinking rapidly to keep them at bay. “You can save yourself. You can save your family.”

“You know that’s not how it works. I can’t meddle with time for my own benefit. That’s not the purpose of the Commission.”

“This isn’t about the Commission, it’s about you! The whole point of me starting this conversation is because I care about you!”

Five internally, but visibly, battles with himself in the futile attempt to understand what this entails. You care about him. You care about him? To the same extent that he cares for a good bottle of whiskey or a fresh brew of black coffee? Care in the same way he cared about preventing the apocalypse twenty days ago?

Or could it be possible that you care about him as much as he cares about you?

“You… care about me?” he asks, hesitantly. You scoff because it’s absolutely ridiculous.

“How could you possibly not know that by now?”

“What does that even mean?” he asks like the wind has been knocked out of his lungs.

He’s an idiot. That’s the only way to explain how this is all unfolding.

“You’re really gonna make me say it right now? Mid-argument?”

“Say what?”

“That I love you!”

Five can feel the world stop spinning beneath his feet. Or maybe it’s spinning too fast. He doesn’t know, and he doesn’t give a shit. Maybe the Kugelblitz had come early and he’d experienced a death so merciful that he didn’t even realize he was dead. He’s in the afterlife, isn’t he? It’s the only plausible explanation. But, wait. That can’t be. He never particularly liked making you angry. Mean, maybe, but never angry. Especially not with him.

“Hello? Earth to Five? What? Did you short-circuit or something?”

“You love me,” he echoes without much thought. It isn’t that he doubts the meaning. He just needs to hear it again, from his own mouth, to make sure it’s real.

“Yes, I fucking love you!”

“Why are you angry?”

“Because you’re pissing me off!”

 Something about the passion, albeit unideal for a love confession, sparks something in him. He feels it bloom in his chest, climbing his veins and enclosing his entire body in thrill and relief all at once. Before he can consider what it means, he’s surging forward, pulling you in for a kiss.

Your open mouths collide and he isn’t too sure if it’s because you’d initially intended to welcome the kiss or if he'd interrupted your attempt to yell at him some more. If it’s the latter, your better judgement goes flying out the window because fuck if this doesn’t feel as good as you’d always imagined. He’s so warm and so gentle and so endearingly clumsy that it only makes you want to pull him closer. He tastes like good coffee — only the best — and you decide right then and there to let him have as many as he’d like if he’ll let you taste it on his lips again.

Five forgets how to think altogether.

“I love you,” he confesses in the split second that your lips part.

“What?” You freeze.

Oh. He’d said that out loud.

“I—”

“This isn’t… We shouldn’t. I shouldn’t be doing this.” 

Five thinks he’ll fall to the floor and beg if it meant you could do it again.

You pull away, ashamed that you’ve forgotten how vulnerable he is. Five had just seen something unimaginably traumatic and, here you are, taking advantage of the situation.

Five doesn’t mind it so much. He doesn’t mind it at all. In fact, he’d entirely forgotten about the matter at hand. What had you two been fighting about? Is it the annihilation of all mankind? Is it the Commission?

“I’m so so sorry. You just watched yourself die, Five.” Oh, there’s that, too. “I don’t think this is the time. I didn’t… I wasn’t thinking.”

“The time? Y/N, this is all the time we have,” he reminds you, his tone urgent while he continues to catch his breath.

“Not if we keep trying! We could have so much more than — what? Two days? We could have years.” Five sighs guiltily, and his stance on the subject is clear.

“If I try to save the world, that only means I live long enough to witness something worse than this — something terrible enough to make me want to create the Commission. You were right. I don’t want that any more than you do.” He takes a breath, his shoulders shaking as he does, and gets ahold of your hands, rubbing circles onto the back of your palms in attempt to calm you or himself, possibly both. He doesn’t look up again, just stares at your hands intertwined. “Besides, seeing as I live until… At some point, you’re not going to be there. I don’t want to have to live through that. I love you too much for that.”

You step closer, freeing one of your hands from his grasp to tilt his chin upward. Forced to meet your gaze, he stills, afraid. The expression is so foreign on his face and you want to wipe it away, forbid fear from marring someone so wonderful. So, you press a soft kiss to his lips, reveling in the feeling once again. This time, there’s less tension — only passion as you memorize the curve of his mouth and the languid caress of his hand across your cheek.

This is heaven. This is peace. You will take as much of it as you can, freed of the fear that, one day, either of you will have to live without it.

“You won’t have to. I won’t let that happen.”

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Birthday love

(Five Hargreeves x Reader)

A/n: I know this is late but Happy Birthday to the umbrellas! This is a f!reader x five story. I just got busy so I'm posting this now even though it’s extremely late. If you guys want I can write something like this for the rest. In this story Y/n has powers but she usually hides them, her powers are slowing time down, multiplying herself, and healing others, yes she’s one of the 43 kids andI don’t know if they can have more than two powers so forgive me if this isn’t accurate, and five is aged up to 21 as the reader is 21 also the bold and italic texts are flashbacks. I thought I’d give some backstory on how they met and how they got together. So it might be longer than my other stories. This is smut because birthday sex

Warning: oral (female and male receiving), overstimulation, vaginal fingering, thigh riding, unprotected sex (wrap it up before having fun), fluff at the end, mention of demastic abused, daddy kink, thigh riding

Today was a special day for y/n, she got up early so she could make breakfast for Five. She looked over at him before she slid out of the bed and walked into the kitchen. She knew he didn't care about his birthday, but she was still going to spoil him on his special day. But as she was walking by the closet, she saw the box in the back that held most of her favorite lingeries but her favorite one was a see through lace peekaboo teddy, so she grabbed lace tights, a thong and the box before she grabbed a robe and walked into the bathroom that was attached to the bedroom to change into her outfit that’ll be part of his present she put on his favorite shade of red stain lipstick, her eyes was just a natural look, nothing crazy, no foundation, no blush, no eyelashes, just the red stain lipstick and natural eyeshadows, she made sure to hook the garter hooks to her tights she put the robe on to hide her surprise, as quiet as possible she could; she walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. She made fresh coffee, she begin to make eggs, toast, strawberries with chocolate dip and beacon, she set everything on a tray, she once again very quietly walked into the room, placing the tray at the end of the bed, she licked her lips, there was Five shirtless and in sweatpants, she stare at her husband, she got so lucky with him. It was funny because she met him when she was walking into Griddy's donuts.

She ordered black off and a cream filled donut. He was the only one here so she decided to pay for him. Which he seems to be put off but allowed it, she grabbed her coffee and donut, she was about to turn around and go to a booth but when that’s stop when she heard the boy said something about having more time until people found him, she look back to see the guys with guns are pointing them at the two of them. She didn’t hear anything because the next thing is she heard were shooting so she drop to the floor before she watch the strangers fight those guys with weapons and seeing he was with powers she decided to help out so using her slowing down time power, she ran into the action and help him out, he asked her if she was stupid for fighting but than grabbed a knife and cut his forearm open digging out something from his arm, she saw the blood so deciding to help, she walked up to him, blocking his way, causing him to glare at her, but she didn’t care, she took the napkin off that was beginning to be soaked, she placed her hand over his cut and imagine her hand glowing green and then there was green light envelope around her hand and imagining the green healing light go to the cut and heal him. She pulled away and stepped back. She was about to turn away when he grabbed her arm. “How did you do that?” The stranger asked, she chewed on her bottom lip before pointing to the door. “I’ll tell you everything when we get out of this place, the place will be covered by police soon, I know a hidden spot away from everyone. Here, take my hand.” She said but the stranger glared at her but seeing she could help him. He took her hand and she slowed time down, this caught his attention. “You have powers?” He asked and she chewed on her bottom lip, but by the look he’s giving her, she knew that she gotta answer, so once they got to the secret area she knew of, she pulled him in before letting go of his hand and put time back to the normal pace. “Yes, I have three. I can slow down time, multiply myself, and heal people as you saw first hand at the donut shop when I heal you, which by the way you’re welcome.” She said and sat down. “Why did you take me here? I need to be somewhere.” He said but she held her hands up in surrounder, she looked up at the stranger. “You can go in a bit, just stay here for a moment and relax after fighting the battle, you need to stop for a moment and let my power fully heal you.” She said and he reluctantly sat down. “If you have powers why are you not being a superhero or something?” He asked. “Whoa there, that’s personal, I don’t even know your name.” Y/N said and he arched a brow before he sighs. “I’m Five Hargreeves. Since we’re exchanging names, what's yours?” Five asked and Y/N looked at him confusedly. “Five? Why is your name just Five? But my name is Y/n L/n.” She said calmly and from then he kept going to Griddy’s donuts to see her for two months straight. In that time period he grew to have feelings for Y/n and he didn’t understand why so he push her away but she kept coming back and he decided on ignoring the feelings but he found him making it his mission to shower her in gifts but lie saying it just junk at the academy but he had bought tiaras and crowns that he deem good enough for her and when she said she have too many of them he switched to paying for the both of them.

But one day when he didn’t see her at the cafè he got worried. He began to ask Agnes where she was and she said she was here earlier but she got a phone call and ran out of the shop. This for some reason didn’t sit right for Five so he quickly finished his coffee and paid before running out and going everywhere they went. He even checked the hidden place, but as he was about to take a desperate move and ask Diego for help from his friend patch to locate Y/n, he heard crying in an alleyway, curiously and carefully entering the alleyway, and to his relief but terror he found a bloody and beaten up Y/n, he immediately grew worry and angry, he kneel in front of the crying girl who had her face buried in her blood soak jeans. He clears his throat to catch her attention. Y/n’s head shot up and her eyes widen, she try to looked away but Fve grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him, he look over her busted lip, bruised eye, a cut on her cheek and a broken nose, upon seeing this made Five very angry for some reason that he didn’t understand. But he knew he needed to take her home to her house. “Y/n come on, let’s get you home.” He began to say but she shook her head as streams of tears flowed down her cheeks and she began to shake. “No! I won’t go back there! He’ll hurt me!” She screamed out and that when it clicked. The way she always says no to the gifts before taking them, the way she always excuses herself immediately when a certain ringtone starts playing then comes back with a lame excuse saying something about family issues and she needed’ to go. It made sense now, she was being abused. That made his blood boiled, how dare someone who should protect their partner with their life harm Y/n! He help her up and he teleported her to the academy and got Grace immediately, though hearing his voice his siblings come and see what all the commotion was, they were shock when they saw a girl who was really hurt sitting on the couch. When Five returned with Grace he saw his siblings were there. “Five who is this?” Luther asked and Five sighed as he knew this would happen. “This is Y/n, she’s hurt because someone who meant to protect them hurt her, she’s a friend.” He said hoping they would leave it alone but of course Klaus had to pop in with his comments. “Our little psycho got himself a girlfriend!” Klaus said and got in Y/n’s personal space. “Hey, I’m Klaus. I’m surprised you chose Five.” He said which got him kicked in the stomach. “She’s not my girlfriend. Now everyone leaves before I kill you all myself. Viktor, can you try and find clothes for her while mom fixes her injuries?” He asked and Viktor nodded his head before disappearing, everyone but Allison left so they didn't get hurt. “Five, who is this girl really?” Allison asked, making Five groan. “Just a friend. You should leave. I have to talk to Y/n alone as Grace takes care of her.” He said and Allison sighed before leaving.

Grace begins to treat Y/n, lining her nose back up, before taking care of her busted lip and the cut on her cheek. “Mom can you leave me alone with her as you go get ice for her eye and nose?” Five asked and Grace nodded her head and left. “Earlier you said you can’t go back to your house because he’ll hurt you, who is he and where do you live?” Five asked and Y/n looked down to avoid his gaze. “My boyfriend, or should I say ex. I saw him cheating and when I tried to leave he got violent and tried to make me stay by threatening to kill me. But I tried to leave again and he started to beat on me but before he could hurt me even more I used one of my powers that allowed my to multiply myself to confused him and ran away but he come after me so I used my slow time down powers and I hide in an alleyway that he’ll never get to see and hide behind the dumpster after letting time go back to it regular pace. Then you found me.” She said and felt white hot tears fall from her eyes. Five sighed and forced her to look at him. “Where do you live?” He asked once more and she told him. After getting the information he teleported away as Viktor appeared. “I’ll show you to one of the bathrooms so you can clean up and get in nice clean clothes. They might be big but that's all I got.” He said and Y/n nodded her head and followed after him, after an hour and half in the shower she got out and got changed. She walked out to see a bloody Five, she shuddered as she put everything together. “Five you shouldn’t have killed him!” Y/n said but he hushed her. “I didn’t kill him, he was just in the hospital with a broken nose, broken ribs and bloody.” He said and she sighs softly before shaking her head. “He’s going to kill me when he gets out!” She began to panic and began to pace as she tried to figure out where she’s going to live, everyone she knew wouldn’t take her in because she was different. “I’m homeless now because of you!” She fell to her knees and broke down. “No you’re not. You’re going to stay here until you can get on your feet.” He said and helped her up before showing her to her new room with the gifts that Five had given her. She looked at him with surprise. “I didn’t know everything that was yours so I took everything that seemed feminine.” He said and she smiled guiltily and walked up to him before hugging him tightly. “Thank you Five.” She said and pulled away.

Since then they started to date for five years before Five proposed to her in front of an arch of roses and orchids. This will be their first birthday as a married couple. Sure they celebrate their birthdays together as a couple. But this is the first time that they’ll be celebrating as a married couple. She sat down by his torso and placed a hand on his chest as she leaned down and whispered in his ear knowing it drives him crazy when she does that. “Five, wake up my retired handsome husband.” She whispered as she trails kisses from the shell of his ears to his collarbone, leaving some hickies on her way down. That's when she felt him stir so she bit his shoulder when she heard a growl and hands on her thighs. She pulled back to see his normal piercing green eyes had darken over, she gave him an innocent smile and turned around to grabbed the tray and placed it on his lap when he had sat up. He looked at her with a dangerous look. “What’s this princess?” He asked as Y/n gave him an innocent smile. “It’s your birthday, so I figured we can have breakfast in bed and watch movies.” She answered with some innocence to her voice, Five stared at me with suspicion, she smiled innocently and leaned down to kiss his face, she hums softly and pulls away as he starts to let his hands roam down. He growled and pulled her back and smashes his lips against her before pushing the trays away letting the food crashed on the floor and pushed her backward so her back hit the mattress and he force himself in between her legs, he grabbed her wrists in one hand and pin them above her head and smirk at the surprise loo she had on her face. “Five, that was very good food. You just wasted good food.” She complained but he rolled his head and reached up with his free hand and grip her chin in between his thumb and pointer finger, squeezing her chin tightly. “That’s not my name princess. Do I need to punish you?” He asked in a dark deep voice, she gulped back a whimper and shook her head. “Words, use your words princess.” He said, making her eyes widen and she felt her throat go dry. “No daddy, you don’t need to punish me.” She squeaked out making him smirk and leaned down to look into her eyes better. “Good, now get up and strip for me.” He said as he removed himself from her personal space and she felt like she could finally breathe. She stood up before looking at him, she saw the dark lust swirling in his forest green eyes. She felt her body shiver under his stare which shot down straight to her core, she slowly begin to strip as he put on Hot In Here by Nelly, she went slow wanting to get him back by ruining the breakfast idea she had for him before giving him one of his gifts which was a promise ring.

She had a whole plan planned out for him. First breakfast in bed, go shopping for dinner, give him the promise ring, a movie, than let him use her as his sex doll to finished off the night but she guess she can give him the last present first, she slowly slip the shirt off of her body revealing her secret for the sex present, it was a lace peakaboo see through teddy lingerie, she slowly pushed down her skirt to show the peekaboo skirt that was attached to it, she had a black lace thong on and lace tights that were clip on by the hooks. She looked at Five to see his eyes had darken over even more at the sight of her. He motion yet to stand in front of him, she stood in between his legs, she scanned his body the three piece suit he was wearing was making her even more wet, she always liked it when he wear suits, she looked down at his lap to see his hard on, she smirk and got on his left thigh, he raised a brow at her, trying to figure out what she was doing. She begin to roll her hips letting the fabric of her thong and his suit pants brush against her clit, she let out a small moans, he gripped her hips and made her sped up causing her to let out more moans, she looked at him, she felt herself getting more needy as she felt the juices gather in between her legs, she rolled her hips as she felt him tighten his grip on her hips, she tilt her head back and let out a long moan, she could feel the knot tightens in her stomach, she begin to sloppily roll her hips, he smirk and begin to force her to grind against his thigh, soon enough she came, screaming out his name. She falls against his chest, he leans into her ear. “You’re not done yet princess.” He said, making her whimper and shiver, feeling the electric shock shot through her body down to her core once more. “Please use me like I’m sex doll. I’m all yours for the night.” She whimpered out and felt him pick her up and threw her onto the bed, he ripped her lingerie off, she gasped and glared at him. “Five! That was expensive!” She screamed at him but moaned loudly when she felt him pull off her underwear and slapped her clit. “I’m warning you one last time, call me the wrong name again and I’ll punish you.” He said and she whimpered out again before nodding her head. “Daddy, that was my favorite.” She said and he rubbed her thighs as he kissed her stomach. “I’ll buy you more.” He said and kissed his way down to her clit, he took in the bundle of nerves into his mouth. She gasped and tangled her hands in his hair and tugged on it softly. She felt his nibble and sucked on the nerves, she arched her back off of the bed and closed her eyes as she let him play with her clit. She felt another wave of shivers hit her as she felt her second climax approaching, she tugged even more on his hair. “Daddy, I’m about to cum!” She scream out as he insert two fingers, she gasped, he begin to pump and scissor his fingers in her with the occasional curling of his finger, he felt her clench around his fingers, he sped up his actions, she started to tear up as she felt tears welled up in her eyes as she felt how powerful her climax is going to be. After a few more pumps and sucking, she screamed loudly as she felt her climax hit her hard, she felt tears fall down her cheeks, she fell against the bed limp, she heard rustling, she could tell he was getting naked.

“Can you give me one more princess?” He asked, she thought for a moment before nodding her head and she felt her tears being wiped away by him before he stroke himself a few times before lining up with her, he slowly pushed himself into her, making her squeeze her eyes tightly and bites down on her lip harshly to keep from crying out from the overstimulation he was giving her. But she knew he was going to do it when she had said that he could use her like a sex doll. She felt the bed dipped as he placed his hands between her head. “Are we okay to continue?” He asked and she nodded her head and wrapped her arms and legs around him, he begin to started to thrust in and out at a slow motion just to give her time to adjust, but after ten minutes she felt him go faster and a bit harder, she moan softly and raked her nails down his back leaving markings. She arched her back and she arched her back, he started to thrusts harder and faster that made her feel electric shock shot through down her body and to her core, she moan loudly and, Five went faster, lifting her leg from his waist to his shoulder causing him to hit deeper in her causing her to curl her toes and start seeing stars, she felt the wave of her climax begin to build up. “Daddy, I’m so close, please don’t stop, I need it please daddy.” She begged out and he began to thrusts even more and she arched her back as the climax washes over her hard, she screamed out and she saw stars even more and as her body started to twitch and shake as he thrusts as deep as he could and cum deep within her, she gasped and looked at him to see him smiling smugly. “I want a child for my birthday.” He said and she laughed as they separated and she tried to stand up but she fell back on the bed. Five laughs and walked into the bathroom grabbing a wet washcloth and painkillers, he walked back into the room and handed her everything.

She stood up being a stubborn girl and walked towards the closet before grabbing one of his sweatpants and one of her nightshirts and regular pair of underwear, she grabbed the box before walking to him as he got dressed in his sweatpants as well, he was on the bed, she hands him the box. “I got you an actual gift.” She said and handed him, he arched a brow and opened it before looking up at her surprised. “It’s a promise ring. It’s me promising that I'll always be here for you and be your wife forever and not matter what happens I’ll be by your side.” She said and laid down before sighing out and shaking her head. “I guess I gotta conceal the dinner since I won’t be able to walk.” She laughed and called the restaurant before canceling the reservation. Five laid down and pulled her into him before pulling the blankets up. “Let’s take a nap then we can go to the academy and we can spend it with the others.” She nodded her head and she called asleep quickly.

#aidan gallagher #five hargreeves x you #five hargreeves x reader #number five x you #number five x reader #number five #five hargreeves

[v3rd3d14]

DUE TO POPULAR DEMAND... !

✰ a/n: alright everyone. come get y'all juice. here's the teeny tiny excerpt from my very-much-a-work-in-progress five fanfic !

✰ warnings: mentions of unal!v!ng

✰ synopsis: five x gender neutral reader (they/them pronouns for reader), reader & five are both 18 (physically of course); the reader was sent by the commission to kill number five by being mind-controlled by the handler. five is unaware of this, but he can tell the reader does not seem like themself. the reader doesn't typically like to kill on missions, so something seemed different this time.

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“you know that i don’t care for you.” five said.

“it’s true, you’ve made that very clear.” [y/n] responded.

“but that doesn’t mean i’m going to just sit here and watch you feel more and more miserable because of her. i won’t let that happen.” he said. and for the first time [y/n] felt he was being honest. sure, maybe he had been honest before but this was the first time they ever felt it. 

 there was a pause in the conversation. it wasn’t uncomfortable, but there was a clear weight to his words. maybe five meant them more than usual, maybe [y/n] was hearing him clearer. but whatever the case, the lull in the conversation didn’t even feel like a lull, it felt like a wondering. wondering what five meant. wondering if [y/n] caught on. usually either of them would simply just make yet another sarcastic remark, but instead they just sat there. in wonder. 

 after a moment of brief silence and deep wondering, [y/n] smiled and then spoke. “although i appreciate the thoughtfulness, number five, i am not miserable. in fact, this seems to be the best mission i’ve gotten in a while.”

 “and why’s that?” five questioned.

 “because this time,” [y/n] said, “i get to kill you.”

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[silentexplorer18]

Endearing: A Five Hargreeves Short

Summary: You and Five Hargreaves are two twenty-something-year-olds working for the Commission. It’s dirty work; people are prone to accidents. One such accident leads to something blossoming between you.

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Reader

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 700+

Note: So, I'm not really sure what it is, but I wrote it in a haze in the middle of the night and decided to go with it!

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You’re sitting in a bed and breakfast—something much nicer than the shitty motels you’re both accustomed to in later decades. But the fifties are different; something the Commission is willing to splurge on.

It’s still not great, by any means. You and Five still share a room. You still sit across from one another on disgustingly patterned furniture—whatever the ugly stepsister of paisley is. And, worst of all, you still can’t hide your discomfort from Five. Not when he’s watching you this closely, like you’re a bug he’s waiting to dissect.

“You’re injured.” It’s more an observation than a question, and you’re not sure if you’re supposed to answer, but you do anyway.

“Yes.”

Because Five is far too astute to be lied to, especially after he’s gotten the hint that something’s wrong. It’s always been like that, ever since your partnership had started: kept under a microscopic gaze. Yet, he’s never made you uncomfortable. He’s never pushed too far; though, his scathing remarks occasionally left something to be desired.

From his expression, you can tell he’s running through the events of the night, mentally searching for the flaw or anomaly that sparked the issue. He won’t find it; he wasn’t there to see the altercation. A part of you is glad about that; Five’s worry-turned-rage can be unpredictable and… harsh at times. It would have made the entire mission more difficult.

Now, though, the two of you get a brief reprieve. A little time to heal, a little time to seethe.

He would’ve spent the whole weekend drinking coffee and Irish whiskey if he hadn’t known. He would’ve brought you back a donut…

Your train of thought is disrupted as he blinks across the room, appearing beside you with a look that is far too searching for the proximity. He’ll catch your surprise, your bashfulness, you just know it.

“Were you going to tell me?” It isn’t quite accusatory, but something about the way he says it makes you feel like there isn’t a correct answer.

You purse your lips. “No.”

His expression is an ice-cream twist of hurt and offense, sprinkled with a hard candy coating of anger and insecurity. Somehow, though, his voice remains fairly level. “Why?”

You sigh, looking away as though leaping through the window would be a viable option. Maybe… No. Definitely not. Your only choice is to explain. The sound of your voice barely overpowers your thundering heart. “You were gonna go get coffee and donuts. I was gonna read my book. Relax. I didn’t want to spend the whole weekend fighting about it…” You can’t bear to look at him, the embarrassment has you melting from the inside out.

There are several long, drawn out moments of silence in which you slowly inch toward death-by-mortification, but then Five speaks. “Would donuts… help you feel better?”

It’s soft, hesitant, as though it’s the wrong thing for him to say, but it isn’t. It’s perfect and wonderful, and in that moment, you realize Five has never seen you injured before.

Your gaze jumps back to him. He swallows, the apples of his cheeks painting sunset pink. Yet, his gaze is still searching your expression, looking for any minute detail that would betray your thoughts.

This is concern, your mind supplies wondrously. Concern for you.

Something dizzying fogs your mind, and something honey-smooth and sickly sweet curls around your heart. It’s then that you realize he’s hovering an inch shy of touching you, as though he’s afraid he’ll poke the wrong spot and set you off like a bear trap.

Endearing.

Five Hargreaves has been many things in the time that you’ve known him. Endearing has only shown up in short bursts, but it appears to stay as he does indeed go get you donuts while you bathe. It stays when he turns the radio down and helps you into bed. It stays when he leans against the headboard and reads your book aloud to you. It stays all night, when you’re feeling too jumpy to sleep, and he rests his cheek against your head and whispers stories about his family to you.

It stays all weekend.

It stays when he requests a rest period extension for the both of you.

It stays until you’re healed. Until the aches and pains have subsided. Until Five feels like he can touch you again without risking you shattering or bursting into flame.

It stays when the cold front blows through, rattling the windows and coating everything in a thick sheet of freezing rain. When he spoons you “for warmth” instead of blinking you to the Bahamas.

It stays until you kiss him, and he kisses you back. And then endearing just becomes Five.

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[mangoshorthand]

oh, and it was a guy who decided to tell me that as soon as all my clothes were off

Original request:

I have a really personal request of thats ok w u. my first time having sex i was called ugly and obese, and it still sticks with me nowadays so i shy away from being fully exposed/on top/having the lights on bc im scared they were right and its gonna happen again - so how would 5 deal w this in a partner? if this is too weird 4 u then just ignore

Thanks to @kaybreezy3000 for reading through this before I posted and making me sound less like a wildly-masturbating 19th century nobleman. Note for you at the end, anon.

Venus and Cupid | Five Hargreeves/ F Reader 4k words, Rated E

Five was an observant man: he had to be. If he hadn’t learned to pick up on the details then it's doubtful he could have even made it to adulthood.  

So he noticed that you had quite specific tendencies very early on, back when you were first seeing one another. The first time you had sex, he thought you leaving your clothes on was pretty hot - it seemed as if you were so desperate to have him inside you that you couldn’t delay it even the short time it would take to get undressed - but it quickly became apparent to him that this was something more.

You always seemed to leave as many clothes on as humanly possible, or else turn off the lights before undressing shyly, almost reluctantly, always keeping something clutched around you. 

His first reaction was to feel frustrated, (okay, frustrated and insecure, if you insisted on wheedling that out of him). Were you even into it? 

He loved the sex you had, and you certainly seemed to get something out of it, but all the while you were covering yourself from his lustful gaze like he was a lecherous drunk eyeing you from down an alley. 

He just didn’t understand it. Things were great outside the bedroom: you laughed together, you had intelligent, lively conversations…you even romanced him in a way nothing had taught him to expect. You anticipated his wants, you surprised him with dates and the occasional gift. You made him feel special and wanted in every way except this one way.

And he needed it that way too.

Maybe there was something about sex that brought home to you that he was old enough to be your father. Maybe you saw his hungry gaze as the leer of a dirty, predatory old man...and that thought hurt because it held too much truth.

He finally asked you about it after a session of sex in which you looked distinctly uncomfortable riding him, avoiding his gaze and keeping the bed sheets wrapped around you. 

He brought it up in a way typical to him: blunt antagonism as defense, masking his real insecurities. “Question: why are you with me?”

“Because I like you,” you replied, confused by his tone.

“Sure,” he said, the smallest trace of sarcasm in his voice, “but there’s a problem here, isn’t there?”

You turned to him on the pillow, and you were greeted by his expectant, irritated smile. He raised a brow, clearly prompting you to state this so-called ‘problem’. When you seemed none the wiser, he continued. 

“The problem seems to be that you hate having sex with me.” 

You looked at him, nonplussed.

“No I don’t. Why would you say that?”

He shook his head with the trace of a bitter laugh. 

“So you just hate me looking at you, is that it? You know, nobody’s forcing you to sleep with me. We could just end it if you can’t stand me ogling you.”

You turned away from him, folding your arms across your chest protectively, hugging yourself. You tried not to cry, but tears were already welling in your eyes, threatening to overspill and roll down your face. You could feel him slipping away; sense the rejection coming on the breeze.

At the sound of a sniffle, Five softened slightly 

“Why do you always cover yourself?” he said, finally.

You choked back the tears.

“B-because I’m self-conscious about my body, okay?”

Five sounded incredulous.

“You’re self-conscious about your body?”

You nodded, still not looking at him.

“Don’t bullshit me,” he said, suddenly irritated again, “You expect me to believe someone who looks like you is self conscious about her body? You’re beautiful, what the hell do you got to be self conscious about?”

His words, though spoken in a tone of irritated disbelief, gave you a warm feeling in your chest. In fact, it was his irritation that assured you of his honesty. That feeling of affirmation brought more tears at first, and it took a few moments to recover.

Five waited for you to begin patiently, able to tell by now that you’d been holding something back, and realizing for the first time that perhaps this wasn’t all about him.

You told him everything.

Your first sexual experience was with somebody who called you ‘ugly’ and ‘obese’ as soon as your clothes were removed. The first man to touch you in that way had used that privilege, not to lift you up and make you feel beautiful, but to tear you down, destroying your confidence in the process. Now, being in full view when having sex was almost unbearable to you, so you avoided Five seeing you completely naked and you avoided being on top as far as you could, lest it break the illusion and he see you for what you really were. 

You stopped occasionally to cry, unable to meet Five’s eyes. It was partially the memories, and partly the fact that you were bearing your soul to him in this way: totally vulnerable. You were giving power to him now; knowledge of how to hurt you worse than almost anything if he chose. 

As he listened, Five’s heavy brows lowered further and further, his lips becoming thinner and thinner, occasionally shaking his head as you unfolded the tale.

“Shit.” he said, after you finished your story, and then fell into silence. After almost a full minute, he spoke in a low, serious tone.

“What was his name?”

“It doesn’t matter,” you said, wiping your eyes.

“What was his name?”

You told him.

“Well he’s a fucking idiot, you know that right? A nasty little…you know where he lives?”

“No.”

“No problem, I can find him.”

“Five-”

“First I’ll pull out his fucking fingernails.”

“Five, no.”

“I’ll kill that cunt slow. Ignorant-”

“Five!” 

Your raised voice finally made him turn his head.

“What good would killing him do?”

He blinked. 

“It would make me feel better,” he said, though the murderous fantasies seemed to be fading from behind his eyes. 

Then, he shook his head, casting the thoughts away like a dog shaking off water. 

“....I  admit that making me feel better is low on our priority list right now.”

He held out his arms to you. When you didn’t immediately enter his embrace, he spoke in a voice so soft, and so caring that you couldn’t deny him. 

“Please, my love.” 

My love?

That was new. 

You leaned up against him, and he wrapped his arms tightly around you, one around your shoulders, the other around your waist. 

“You don’t have to feel self-conscious or…ashamed around me. You know I would never - you know that I…I worship you, for Chist’s sake. I’m desperate to see all of you. That guy was an ignorant, tasteless bastard. You don’t - surely you know that?”

You nodded uncertainly, another tear running down the side of your nose. 

“I guess,” you said, mouth against his firm pectoral, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart, “but I always get scared. Like you might…like one day you might see me and...get grossed out. Because…I know, I know I’m not sexy. I know I’m -”

“You think you aren’t sexy?” he said, speaking as if you’d just claimed that you were an organic cucumber, “are you crazy?” 

He pulled away from you, a hand on each shoulder so he could look you dead in the eye.

“Jesus, you think I’d be ‘grossed out’ if I saw you? I’m not blind, y'know; a bedsheet or a light switch can’t really hide your body from me. You’re so sexy, I can barely think straight sometimes - how in the hell can you not see that? I’d choose you for looks over any girl, every damn time. The other day when you were wearing that tight black dress- god, I pitched a tent big enough to sleep eight.”

And the way he looked down at your silhouette had you almost believing him.

You smiled, nevertheless self conscious of the idea of your black dress being more form-hugging than you’d thought. Five continued, sweeping his hair carelessly out of his eyes. 

“And it’s not just your face or your body, it’s the way you carry yourself. The way your hair falls, your smile, the color of your skin. It’s just attractive. It’s hot. End of story.”

The vehemence in his face made you smile a little more. He looked the way he did when he’d just completed a complex mathematical proof: buzzing with the knowledge of pure, objective truth. From his perspective, he had just conclusively proved an undeniable fact. 

“I know I’m biased because I love you, but anyone would say that you’re beautiful. When you met Klaus, he took me aside and told me I was punching way over my weight. I didn’t even argue-”

But you interrupted him.

“You love me?”

He fell silent abruptly, playing back his last words in his mind.

Yup, he’d definitely said it. 

He swallowed. He was an idiot.

“Well yes. Actually, I do.” 

Before you had time to do anything except gape, he rushed to fill the silence:

“I know it’s not been too long, and I don’t expect you to feel the same-”

“But I do.”

He fell silent again, his eyes on yours. 

They were strange eyes. Their shape and color, although beautiful, were normal enough, but there was a little something in their expression that always took you firmly by the throat. One might fall into those eyes and drown, yet his hand, coming to take yours, tethered you to the water’s edge. 

“You sure?”

“Never been more sure of anything,” you breathed.

His lips gave a spasm and, for a moment, you both thought he was going to cry too, but instead, he just smiled. He smiled for you a lot, but the clear, open love in this one was like being bathed in warm sunlight, and you luxuriated in it.

Then, he laughed. He giggled, in fact. It bubbled up his throat and out of his mouth before he could temper it into anything that sounded more sophisticated.

“We love each other,” he said, grinning in a dopey, infectious way.

When you smiled back, he cupped your chin gently, those eyes keeping your face upturned to his just as firmly as his hand did. He leaned into you.

At first, his kiss was tender, and your lips slid past and around one another like an embrace. But when he leaned forward, forcing you back onto your pillows, his tongue entered your mouth, and the kiss took on a more amorous character. He made a low noise as he deepened his tongue’s quest into your mouth, and you reciprocated with a soft bite to his lower lip. 

He growled, and heat spread through you as his kiss became rough and firm, pressing you into the pillows now with the weight of his body. All the tenderness had transferred from his lips to his hands, one stroking reassuringly through your hair, and the other at your waist, giving you feather-light, electric touches through the bedsheets.

Your hands came to his subtly muscled back, and cinched him closer to you. The heat was concentrating now, pooling in your lower stomach and swirling there as his unyielding lips let you know that resistance was futile. Your skin was alight with every gentle, loving touch from his fingers, now starting to work their way beneath the bedsheets.

He broke the kiss just long enough to speak. His voice matched the kiss: deep, rough and feral.

“Let me see you.”

Though it was a command, it had the sound of a request, so you took it as such.

Despite the desire now aching in your guts, your fears were still there: perhaps irrational in this situation, but no less real. Beneath the sheets, Five’s hand squeezed and massaged the flesh just above your hip. The touch spoke of his renewed need, but it spoke also of his restraint: his hand had stopped just shy of the area you’d usually hide.

“Please.”

And the word, in that husky voice, broke you. 

“Okay,” you said, arousal threatening to be overcome by nerves, “just…take it slowly.”

He nodded distractedly. His eyes were roaming your skin as he came to kneel between your legs. Both of his hands were now inching the bedsheets down, from your waist to the swell of your hips.

He made a low noise in his throat, and his soft hair fell onto the newly-exposed torso as he bent to kiss it, hot presses of his lips against sensitive skin. His hands skimmed you, feeling out your flesh.

“So beautiful,” he growled, looking up at you, fingers worming their way beneath the sheets again, “is this okay?”

You nodded as he pulled the sheets down another few inches, exposing your stomach to just below the navel. As the air met the newly-exposed skin, you felt gooseflesh prickle across your arms, your stomach tightening with the feeling of exposure. “Pretty girl.” Five cooed, running his hands across your tummy, his pressure gentle, but proprietary. 

With another slow shift of the sheets, and you were exposed to your pubic bone. He let out a breath and squeezed the skin of your hips, smiling at you broadly. It was the dangerous, toothy smile.

“I’m sorry, my love, but I’m afraid we’re going to have to get you over this. I’m going to have to make you realize how fucking hot you are, because I’m going to need to hold onto you just like this while you bounce on my cock. I need to watch these tits bounce while you ride me.”

He squeezed your flank harshly, making you gasp, and you arched your back into him as he leaned forward to take each nipple into his mouth. There was a low rumble in his throat as he first nibbled, and then soothed each tortured bud with his tongue. Your whines tailed off into moans, as arousal and the intensity of his desire once again overcame your fears. 

You felt his satisfied smile around your nipples, and then his hands left your hips to paw and knead your breasts, weighing and bouncing them in each hand. 

He gave you another kiss on the lips before straightening up, so that he was kneeling over you again, head tilted as he looked down on you, almost speculatively. The position made it obvious that he was hard again, his bulge stretching the fabric of his white boxer-briefs, leaning up against his stomach and beginning to put pressure on the elastic of his waistband. His pretty, curved cock was perfectly outlined by the material: 

“I’m going to make you feel so confident that you’ll push me onto the bed, trap me between your thighs and ride me so hard I get a concussion against the headboard.”

Though the idea made you feel another squirm of discomfort, the humor combined with the lust behind his eyes made you give a small smile.

“Not today,” you said, in a small voice.

The memories were still too close…the hurt from recalling them was only just over the horizon. 

“Not today.” he confirmed, eyes roving down to where the bedsheets still covered your sex, “but can I see your pussy, beautiful?”

“Yes.” you said, barely more than a whisper.

“Mm. Good girl,” he groaned, and pulled the bedsheets down to your knees. 

There you were, fully exposed to him…totally bared. Internally, you were fighting between the urge to cover up, and the urge to please him. You still felt exposed, like a turtle without its shell, vulnerable laid out in front of him. 

He was still taking it all in, eyes lingering on where your thighs were as close together as they could be with his body between your calves.

Part of you was still terrified it was coming. Perhaps he wouldn’t be cruel -  he’d probably try to be polite about it - but he was still about to reject you now that he’d finally got a real look. Perhaps it was okay when his imagination could fill in the blanks, but now he’d actually seen you - 

“Oh,” he said.

And in that syllable, all your fears were proved baseless. The sound was a moan of pure, wanton appreciation.

His tongue slid out to wet his lips, still pink and swollen from his hard kisses. His dominant left hand slid immediately into his underwear, and he began to pump himself vigorously. Apparently, he was more than ready for this evening’s second round. 

“Oh my god,” he groaned, speeding his strokes as his eyes roamed your exposed flesh, “you’re so hot.”

As his eyes came to your thighs and pussy again, he increased the frequency of his strokes, fist still out of sight down his underwear. 

“Five,” you said, anxiously, still feeling slightly uncomfortable. 

“Just a few minutes, baby.” he said, desperately, “Look what you’re doing to me.”

Beneath the material, he retracted his foreskin and pressed the head of his cock against the small, wet patch that had appeared there. The pink of his deeply-flushed cock tip was just visible through the fabric, rendered semi-transparent by his precome.

“I’m already leaking.” he said, agony creeping into his rough voice, “Just a few more minutes. Just until I finish.”

His eyes looked hazy, far away somehow, transported to a place where his body’s need ruled him with an iron fist. It was enchanting to behold, impossibly arousing: Five Hargreeves (the man of impeccably starched, pressed and tightly-buttoned dress shirts), was keening in front of you, totally undone with his hips gyrating into his own fist as he visually devoured your body.

“Let me eat you,” he said, begging now, “I want to jack myself off with my head between those thighs.”

And he groaned at the idea, throwing his head back and speeding his pumps.

Your body didn’t give you the opportunity to turn him down. Your pussy throbbed and slick wetness drooled onto your thighs as you looked up at him, all pale skin, latent strength and desperation.

You gave a small nod, and he bent, first to kiss your lips and then to press small pecks onto each thigh.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispered, “open your legs for me. Show me that pretty pussy.”

And that way, with small kisses progressively further up your thighs, he coaxed your legs wide.

“Good girl,” he crooned, his hand leaving his leaking cock only for the minute it would take to run his index finger up and down your slit. 

You shivered at the contact, too sensitive. He’d already fingered and fucked you to two orgasms tonight, and the feeling of his mouth replacing his finger made you buck immediately. 

“Nngh - Five.”

In response to your moan, he tasted you with a flat tongue. 

Your flavor, a potent honey, made his cock twitch in his hand, and he wrapped his free arm around your leg, drawing you even closer to him. Your soft folds soaked his lips, serving to excite him more.

“Fuck,” he whispered, still in that low growl. His exhale sent warm air dancing across your swollen clit, “you’re so perfect. I love you. I love you so fucking much.”

You had no time to glow with his praise, because he was sucking your clit too hard for you to do anything but gasp. As his mouth worked you, his tongue moved rapidly inside his mouth, flicking deliberately across your aching, needy nub. His tongue pulsed to the same beat as his hand inside his underwear, unconsciously matching the rhythm of your pleasure to his.

“God, Five!”

All the shame and discomfort was gone, washed away by the tide of swirling heat. The pleasure curled inside you, winding tighter and tighter. All that mattered now was Five’s clever mouth, pushing you inexorably towards another orgasm. 

Your conscious brain let go, and your hand gripped his hair tightly, not aware that you were pulling him even closer to you, forcing his nose into your mound. 

He grunted like a wounded bear, surprise causing his hand to falter around his cock. It was hard to concentrate, so preoccupied was he by the fact that you were taking control, pressing his face deeper into your folds. It was quite possibly the hottest thing he had ever experienced.

Recovering, he gripped himself even tighter, veins and tendons standing out in his left forearm as he worked himself almost violently. 

He was too close now, and it made him clumsy, completely losing the rhythm of his suckles and tonguing. 

“Nooo!” you whined, thighs tightening around his head, “Like before!”

Though lightheaded with the knowledge that your thighs were crushing his ears, (he was wrong earlier, this was definitely the hottest thing he had ever experienced), Five reluctantly let up on his protesting manhood and concentrated his efforts on your pussy. 

Soon, you were gasping and moaning, writhing, and taking him with you with the power of your thighs. 

“F-Five. Fuuuck. Oh fuck, that’s it!” 

Your cunt gushed onto his face as he brought you to orgasm. He groaned again as his chin and cheeks were soaked with sweet slickness. He strained to hear you scream his name, your thighs rendering him deaf as they clutched around his ears. While he couldn’t hear the individual words, he certainly heard enough to flatter his ego. 

Wave after wave of ecstasy was crashing through you, and you babbled meaninglessly: unconnected, incomprehensible syllables. Behind closed eyes, you were seeing stars, completely unaware of everything but the explosion going on in your lower body.

He withdrew, finally, when your thighs relaxed and your climax abated to spasms down your limbs. As you were still catching your breath, he rose to his knees, wiped his sodden mouth, and took himself in hand again, looking at you splayed, completely on display and too drunk on his sex to care.

It took him fewer than ten pumps to bring himself to orgasm. 

“Fucking gorgeous - cunt tastes so good. Mm - fucking perfect, so fucking hot. Oh shit!”

Eyebrows raised, mouth wide in a perfect ‘o’, he exploded into his underwear.

You could see his first shots of come soaking through the material before he was even finished painting their insides with spurts of his thick seed: an impressive load given the fact it was his second in under an hour. 

His throat ground out a low whine as he slowed his hand. 

He took four or five seconds to catch his breath, and in that time your conscious mind took a firmer hold. Though you pulled the bedsheets up and over you, it was more for physical comfort rather than mental. 

Five crawled beneath the sheets beside you, still breathing hard. When he collapsed on the pillow, he turned to you.

“Believe me now?” he asked, “you think I’d wank myself raw over someone I thought was ugly?”

You smiled and let out a small puff of air; a shy little laugh.

He propped himself up on one elbow while his other hand caressed your body beneath the sheets.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he said, firmly, “To me, you’re a renaissance painting, and I was there when Titian finished Venus and Cupid, okay?”

“Okay,” you murmured, eyes already heavy, “I’m sorry that I squeezed your head with my legs.”

“You kidding me?” he said, amused, “You could break my neck with your thighs and I’d die happy…what a way to go.”

“Well,” you said, a little discomfort returning, “I still feel bad.”

“Baby steps,” he said, voice as soft as his hand now stroking hair away from your eyes, “soon I’ll have you riding me fast and rough.”

You smiled and let his caresses close your tired eyes. After a few minutes, in which he looked lovingly down at your gentle doze, his voice sounded again.

“Can I at least beat the living shit out of that guy?”

You considered.

“...Maybe.”

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NOTE: Dear sweet, anonymous girl, I see you. You did not deserve this, and this was never your problem. These formative experiences really do hurt us, and yours was such an extreme version that I'm not surprised it's given you these insecurities. I can promise you, it does get better. Feminism and loving yourself is at least half the battle, but nothing quite cements the truth like this: One day, you will be naked in front of a guy you trust completely. He'll look at you with that lustful, testosterone-fuelled glower and you'll know without a shadow of a doubt that, to him, you are venus. I take Five requests, I'm fairly versatile in what I write (fluff, smut, angst, psychological character study- I'll try it all) but I will consider them on a case by case basis. See masterlist for request status and more.

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[kaybreezy3000]

Five is your employer and he's not happy with you. As the night unfolds, you have a very unexpected encounter with him...

~Rated somewhere between G and Mature because, like many of my stories, you can easily skip the explicit parts. (see notes)

This story takes place where we left off with season three, but 5 years later. The name is a nod to hints of what might be coming, though I doubt the Netflix writers are going with my little storyline I have created for you.

~This one is sort of gift to all fanfiction readers and writers. May you always keep passwords on our documents and devices, or maybe not... 😂👌

Warnings: Mildly sexual themes in the middle. This does turn sexually explicit in the second half, but you don't need to read that part to enjoy the story and there is a warning when that starts if you aren't into all that stuff.

(8,711 words)

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'Hargreeves home for wayward boys'

It was the end of the day and the Hargreeves family had all disappeared. You knew they were somewhere privately hashing things out, but as just a lowly intern working on their project, staying for that to happen was not necessary. They would call you later to give their decision and then you’d submit the order.

Speaking of which, your phone rang with a call from your boss and it distracted you as you were collecting your things. Arms full and not realizing you had forgotten something, you used your backend to bump open the large doors of the Umbrella Academy. The doors clicked closed behind you and you walked out into the refreshingly cool evening air. 

Downstairs in the musty kitchen, Allison threw her head back, letting out a tired sigh before saying, “Guys, arguing is getting us nowhere. We need to end this debate. The order needs to be placed today or we won’t have the sign back when the masons are scheduled to be here to install it.”

Viktor set his empty mug on the counter next to a pair of Grace’s discarded rubber dishwashing gloves. “Why don’t we just vote on it?” he proposed, uneasily glancing at Five.

“I say we go with ‘The Hargreeves Home for Wayward Boys,” Diego loudly declared while raising his arm high, to which the rest of the Hargreeves abruptly raised their hands, making it a unanimous vote, if not for Five, sitting forward with his head in his hands and his elbows on the kitchen table as he venomously glared at all of them.

Five locked eyes with Luther. “Really?” he snapped.

His brother nervously smiled. “Ah… Sorry. I changed my mind, buddy.”

“Don’t call me buddy.” Five angrily shook his head. “You changed your mind, huh? Sorry to inform you but clearly this one doesn’t work any better!”

Not getting Five’s belittling joke, Luther looked to Ben who silently rolled his eyes for about the hundredth time in the last hour.

“And you,” Five roared, pointing his finger at him. “You had shown signs of intelligence but now I have my doubts. Maybe if you keep rolling your eyes like that you might find evidence of a brain up there. This name doesn’t even make any sense! We aren’t just admitting boys!”

“Sure it does,” Lila disagreed. “You’re the only one who doesn’t think so but that’s because it’s very hard for children to think clearly when they haven’t had their nap. Should we call Grace to fetch your blankie and to make your bottle so you can go to bed early?”

Five balled his hand into fists under the table. “You should use glue instead of Chapstick. I hear it does wonders for making you more tolerable to be around,” he childishly shot back to which Lila merely laughed at him. “So, this is it…nobody else thinks that name sounds awful?” he hissed at anyone still looking at him.

Getting up with a loud squeal of his wooden chair leg on the cracked linoleum flooring, Klaus patted Five on the upper back, but his brother jerked away from the gesture. “Oh, come on, Five,” he said followed by an airy laugh. “It’s perfect. Even that cute intern upstairs thought so. After we gave her the low down dirty-dirty on our real family history, she’s the one that came up with it.”

Five scowled even more.

“Ahhh,” Diego obliviously sighed. “Things are finally coming together with this project and I’m feeling a Hargreeves style celebration coming on.” He draped his arm around the back of Lila’s chair looking at her, but she was too busy smirking at Five’s increasingly animated display of sour expressions.

“Let’s all go out!” Klaus excitedly added. “I know a great place for karaoke.” Five got up, slinging his suit coat over his shoulder as he started to walk away but Klaus snatched his arm. “Hold it! You’re coming with us.”

Five swifty swatted his hand away, distastefully brushing his brother’s invisible fingerprints from the crisp sleeve of his white dress shirt. “I’d rather shove a pinecone up my ass and let it sit in there until it dissolved than have to be in the presence of all of you for even five more minutes,” he smoothly retorted while flipping up his cuff to check the time.

Klaus’s bright eyes grew wide with glee. “If you are looking for things to shove up your ass, I can think of way more painfully pleasant options. Come on, let me tell you all about it while we decide where we are going to eat.”

Skirting around the table, Five dodged Klaus before he could put an arm around him to drag him in with the rest of the group who were now talking about dinner plans and the epic songs they were going to belt out later.

After breaking away and muttering under his breath that they were all a bunch of idiots, Five slowly wandered up the stairs. With his fists firmly jammed in his pockets and his shoulders inclined forward, his gaze remained empty though his thoughts were anything but.

After making numerous other suggestions, they had all disregarded his concerns, just like they always did. Whether it was trying to help them avoid apocalyptic ends or simply being somewhere at a specific time to save their own asses, he never could win in this family. 

Five cringed as he thought about the name they wanted to use and what it was really referring to.

He was the embodiment of the wayward boy in his family’s less than glorious story. Worst yet, the nod to Homer’s Odyssey, being that it was a narrative Reginald had forced them to remember by heart, was just one of the millions of reasons why, in his head, this was a horrible choice.

That man was an evil incarnate, and Five may have for a time wanted his love and acceptance or even in the very least, his recognition, but he never got them. They’d been used and dumped in a new world without their powers, but at least they had been left with their identities and their childhood home, but those days of bowing to that vile alien parading around as a man were long gone. Five did not want to be associated in any way with Reginald Hargreeves and that title for their new foundation did just that.

“How could they not see that?” he asked himself, trying to work through all this but coming up with nothing other than they were morons. “The last name Hargreeves was already on half the buildings in the city!” he shouted to no one, his voice getting eaten up in the long corridor as his dress shoes stomped along the black and white tiled floor.

As Five watched his siblings raise their hands in favor of the symbolic title, he felt even more set apart from them than he ever had. That feeling wasn’t anything new, and there were many reasons for it, but today, he’d had enough of them not listening to him and he wasn’t about to let this one go until he’d tried one more avenue of attack.

Tromping through the foyer, thinking he’d see you or the lead designer, Five glanced inside the formal dining room but neither of you were there. Looking over the stacks of blueprints on the table, Five spotted your laptop. It was lying among the other items strewn in the large mess but your coat and bag that had been hanging on the back of the chair were gone. Thinking you must have forgotten it and that you had gone for the day, he picked up the streamlined electronic device and carried it with him out of the room.

He’d been dying to lay into you for convincing his family that this asinine idea was the way to go. Sadly, since you weren’t there, that would have to wait and that left him in no better mood, but as he carried your laptop down the hall, he was quickly developing a new plan.

Thinking of you, Five could just see you looking at him like you always did-cautiously but kindly. 

You were always professional and extra nice to him in your interactions, despite him being dismissively rude at times. You’d laugh off his detached behavior and truthfully, he didn’t mind the sound of it, or your sweet smiles, or how your legs looked under your many short skirts and smart little slingback heels. He’d never let himself do more than appreciate the view when you weren’t looking, and he’d thought you were about as harmless as a chipmunk marinated in fertilizer that was walking sideways.

He was wrong on that, and worse yet, he simply didn’t get you and Five did not like when he didn’t understand things.

His lips pulled to the side as he noted your almost unnatural ability to remain persistently positive when working with a bunch of ridiculous assholes. Looking past some of your more appealing qualities, he quickly concluded that you were about as stupid and fake as fake could get.

You had stepped on the wrong man’s toes and this meant war.

With steam practically billowing out his ears over how mad he was at you, Five became absorbed in the thought of pissing some of his own mocking sunshine into your Clever Crisp cereal and he knew just the way to do it and get rid of you.

“Perfect fucking idea my ass,” he said through clenched teeth as his diabolical grin spread.

Five opened Reginald’s old office door and flopped down at the large mahogany desk. Flipping the laptop open, he flexed his fingers, his eyes roaming over the keys as the screen came to life.

They could call the design team and tell them the decision was made, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t do something about it and make it look like you were the one that fucked things up, which as an added bonus that would probably get you fired.

If the very expensive stone signage they were ordering came and didn’t say what his family had wanted it to say, at that point, you’d be in deep shit, and he’d simply look the other way feigning innocence. He’d argue that at that point it was an issue of money and managing their extremely tight budget, so, to be sensible, they should just go with it as is-which would be his title of choice.

To Five, this was a win-win. Nosy intern fired, and no more demeaning name that was a reference to him hanging above the academy’s front door.

It was a simple matter of typing in his idea in the order form, and sitting in front of him was the means to do it. Call or no call, he’d send this in first. The work would get started and it would be too late.

Five was no hacker but over the last few years of being holed up at the Umbrella Academy due to having to live the life of a shut-in teenager again, he’d learned a thing or two about modern tech. With a few clicks, he was into your files.

“Where is it?” he hummed as his eyes ran over the images of little manila folders. There were tons of them and the way you had them labeled was not helping.

Clicking on one that appeared to have image files attached to it had seemed logical since he was looking for a mockup of the graphic design they’d be using going forward for all their letterhead and signage.

“Shit,” Five scoffed as he saw tiny blips of hundreds of your personal photos. These had nothing to do with what he needed and that also meant this computer was not just something you used for work. He was just about to close the file since it was obviously personal in nature but then an image of you when you were slightly younger caught his eye.

Your cheeks were a little bit rounder and your hair a little longer. When he clicked on the next shot and it was one where you were on some kind of vacation and you were wearing a swimsuit, he leaned forward.

He stared at the picture, suddenly intrigued. Opening more pictures, Five realized that same bright smile of yours never faltered in any one of the shots.

It had never crossed his mind that he’d see anything personal while he was digging through your computer, but here it all was and all he had to do was open the files because you foolishly didn’t password protect them.

Driven by curiosity and with nothing else to do for the night, Five dug deeper into your world. He found files with old college assignments which he skimmed over with only moderate interest. Then, clicking on a folder that seemed harmlessly titled, he found himself completely distracted, all at once, totally forgetting what he’d been searching for.

Five scooched even closer to the screen.

The first file he opened was relatively small and he read through it quickly. It was written like some sort of story, or more like part of one. It was about a man that found himself in a version of his body that was much younger looking than he should be. Miraculously he had been through hell and back, and mentally he was much older than he looked, but outwardly he didn’t look any older than his physical age of eighteen. The details of how this all came to be weren’t in this part of her story, but Five immediately recognized the familiarity of the storyline, and he instantly started plowing through the other files in that folder in a sudden need to know what else you’d written.

The files were like snippets of a larger story, not yet fully written or interconnected the way a novel would be, but all of them involved the same two characters, and the scenes were incredibly familiar but also not. Changes to how they actually occurred in real life were subtle enough to make what he was reading fiction, but the similarities were what agitated him and had his defenses on high alert. Even more than that, the male character in your writings was a perfect description of him in all but his name, and the female, though barely described, very much resembled you.

The story laid out that the male character was the infamously lost son of a very wealthy man whose influence held the entire world by the throat. After appearing out of the blue on the doorstep of his family home after years of being missing, this boy chose to keep to himself but that didn’t mean people weren’t aware he was back.

He intentionally carried himself apart from all others, always dressed impeccably, with his dark hair neatly smoothed to one side. He was cold and calculating and always moved with intent, brooding in his mannerisms, but the female in the story also described him as so breathtakingly handsome when he thought no one was looking and he dared to crack a smile.

“She thinks I’m handsome…?” Five breathed as he read on.

The female narrator went on to say, ‘It turned out, that he could storm around the near empty academy all day if he wanted, or even call the president and claim that he was now a 59-year-old man, but sadly that didn’t mean a thing if you had no proof and you looked like a murderously feral kid parading around in your fancy big boy clothes.’

Five’s stomach dropped through the floor. There was no way this wasn’t about him, and you weren't even trying to hide it!

Talking to a character that was said to be one of this tragic figure’s brother’s, the female in the story was told that the boy had no other choice but to abide by laws of normal men unless he wanted to risk the state forcing him into the foster system or worse. All this left him with little choice and a very bad taste in his mouth and he’d been lashing out for years with vengeance about it, ironically acting just like the temperamental teenager he appeared to be..

By the time the woman in the story had come to work for him, years had passed and this character was technically not a kid anymore. Again, because he was too proud to move in with any of his siblings, he’d served his time living behind the walls of the academy his family owned, but those difficult days were no more. It was time to move on, but the female character could see that for all her employer’s outward confidence, the man inside the boy wasn’t sure how to do that.

He still hadn’t found his place in the world. He lived in limbo, completely alone, other than the presence of a robot housekeeper that he called Grace and his siblings still called mom.

He went out but did not act as someone would who was his outward age, yet it wasn’t really his fault because he couldn’t partake in what those his real age did. He dressed like a man on a mission though he had no reason to anymore. Three-piece suits on a teenager and his smug expressions and even more caustically biting words weren’t gaining him any friends on his daily outings or within the tight circle of those he trusted and called family.

The female narrator said, outwardly, he was one thing, but inside, he felt like a joke.

His sharp green eyes spoke of his true age and the trauma of the life he’d lived, but he kept himself in check most of the time, never letting his guard down or letting anyone in for fear that they would see how much he suffered and still does.

Despite his cruelties to even her, the female protagonist said she saw right through him and under all of it was some very special. She said he was worthy of so much more than he was letting himself have.

“What the fuck? What the hell does she mean by special and worthy of more? My life is just fine!” Five fumed.

Five wasn’t just furious about this, he was confused. It didn’t seem like you were trying to actually write a book since none of this it was in any form of order, but he was stumped as to why else you’d be writing such things other than to exploit him somehow and make money by trying to sell some bullshit tell-all story about his fucked-up life.

He shook with fury, his knuckles white as he clenched the wooden armrests on Reginald’s old high back chair.

You had called him out but did so safely from his pretend female’s perspective. 

You said this male’s lack of interest in others was just a way to hide how vulnerable and lonely he truly felt! 

You said that all his arrogance and cocky remarks were nothing more than a sign that he was desperate for love that he’d never been given, and now didn’t know how to reach for.

You said you felt bad for him!

“I don’t need her fucking sympathy!” Five seethed as he angrily clicked on another much longer file in your writing folder.

Right off, he could tell this one was much different than the others he’d read about your daily exchanges in this fictional yet not fictional narrative you’d been writing about him.

It was set in the same work setting, set in the large manor that the deceptively young male lived. The characters were in a richly decorated office, with dark paneled walls and low light filtering in from the setting sun bleeding through the stained-glass windowpanes.  You didn’t need to say this was once this man’s notoriously cruel father’s office for Five to know you were trying to describe the room he was sitting in right now.

The male was sitting in the regal looking chair behind the desk, smug as ever as he stared at the girl. His cool, calculating eyes devoured the entire length of her legs while he slowly but deliberately pushed them apart at the knees, spreading them wide as she submissively sat on the desk in front of him.

Five’s breath hitched as that line and the images described in it played over and over in his head like a naughty ping pong ball.

That saucy passage was Five’s first indication that this story was not like the others and that what he was about to read was not going to be at all like what he’d read so far. 

This had turned into some kind of fictional love affair.

Itching heat started to crawl up Five’s neck once he reached the third paragraph and the first lines of dialogue were laid out with perfect effect.

With this male shamelessly observing that under her skirt, the girl was not wearing any panties, she grinned and playfully purred, “You can have me any way you want…”

From there, the two characters proceeded to take things to a place between them that Five had never considered until it was literally being spelled out for him.

As Five read on, parts of him were waking up that had nothing to do with his anger concerning you. The document he was reading was essentially like taking a very seductive trip inside your mind and maybe even more surprising, seeing something that was inside his. It was a firsthand description of how you really saw him, what you wanted from him, and maybe even more scandalously what you wanted to do to him.

Five was not familiar with this kind of writing and the only way he could describe it was explicit, with the descriptions of what was going on being detailed enough that he read the words with a slightly gapped mouth and a rapidly quickening pulse.

The previous files he’d read had focused on emotional and psychological themes, making the barefaced sexual purpose of this one all that much more of a shock. He had no idea you were attracted to him and found his appearance and flippantly dickish behavior so appealing.

If he’d thought you made no sense before, but now he was beyond baffled by you.

As the scene he read moved past him pleasuring you, on to your character kneeling down on the floor between his legs as he confidently opened his pants and he told you to get to work, Five took in a long, deep breath. He reactively moved his hand over the heat between his legs, his palm pressing down the hard length beginning to make itself known under the tightening stretch of fabric covering him.

In spite of his flawlessly pale skin, Five was typically not the type to blush, but by the time he was done reading your story, he felt like his face was on fire and his body was going to spontaneously combust. Unable to stop himself, Five began to more intently rub the aroused flesh hidden under the wool of his pants.

He started reading the story again, and he was so taken by it all that he didn’t hear you walking down the hall.

“Oh, there it is,” you said as you walked in and saw the back of your laptop sitting in front of the last person you had figured you see with it. To make it more bizarre, you didn’t remember leaving it in there and Five was looking at it with the most intense expression you’d ever seen grace his sharply expressive features.

With worry hitting you with the unforgiving force of a tanker truck, you rushed around the large piece of furniture separating you to see what had captured his attention so fully that he only just now looked up at you, finally registering that you were there.

With his hands flying up from his lap, Five tried to clear the screen.

Seeing the title to your very, very naughty story about him on the autosave line, you shrieked out a plethora of swear words, some which you just made up on the fly. Five was sure to have never heard some of your more imaginative curses prior to that moment, but you were pretty sure their meaning was not lost on him based on how he was backing away from you.

You slammed the laptop closed.  Then you covered your face with your hands and started pacing as you incoherently mumbled.

Through the cracks between your fingers, you could see that Five was clearly stunned by what had just transpired. He looked like his brain had stopped working, which was impressive since he was a proven genius.

Great. You broke the poor man and all it took was literarily getting your fuck on with him!

Then, instead of flipping out, to your surprise, Five said your name. It came out so soft and unsure and nothing like the way he normally spoke to you. It was the first time he’d ever acknowledged that he knew your name. You had thought that to him, you were just another nameless person they’d hired.

Hearing it, you dropped your hands, revealing a face so red that it only made your body’s less than desirable response accelerate even more, and then you got redder.

Not sure what to say, your next words burst from your mouth. “You must think I am a perverted weirdo! I swear I am not… It’s just…a silly hobby. I- I write things to get them out of my head and I always delete them. I wasn’t going to-"

You didn’t know how to explain yourself, so you squeezed your eyes shut rather than take another second of him sitting there, still as a statue, still staring at you in what you could only guess was horror.

If you weren’t sure that Five was gearing up to bite your head off and report you to the police, you’d almost think his own red-faced expression of distress was cute, but that was only if you didn’t know better. Under his boyish charm, there was a very dangerous man that was about to spring to life. That person had no interest or reason to show someone who’d invaded his privacy any mercy.

Trying to save your ass, you sputtered, “I never write stuff like that, it’s just… Shit. This is basically my worst nightmare. I am so sorry.”  You let out a broken sounding moan. You turned around, burying your face in your hands again. “Don’t worry, I am going. I will submit my resignation right away and I will delete that right now.”

Starting to cry, you moved to do just that but Five scared the hell out of you when he snatched your hand away and didn’t let go.

His eyes narrowed and your heart nearly leapt out of your chest. You tried yanking your hand back, but he held fast. “Stop!” he ordered, and you did, sort of. Your entire body trembled as you uselessly pulled, trying to get away. Reeling you back in to face him, Five calmly said, “You better not quit.”

What?

Had you heard him right?

God, he was close. You could feel the heat from his body and the warmth of his breath hitting your lips.

“Please stop crying,” he whispered.

You shook your head.

Undeterred by your inability to speak or to stop your sniffles, Five moved his hand to your waist and his penetrating eyes bore into yours making it impossible to look away. “That little story there…” 

He stopped speaking. Suddenly looking flustered he ran his hand back through his hair, rumpling it in the most adorable way. 

“You haven’t asked me what I thought about your writing?” he taunted, his voice so low and threatening sounding that you weren’t sure why your feet weren’t moving so you could high-tail it out of there.

Your reply came out as anxious sounding as you felt. “I don’t need to ask. I can tell by the way you are looking at me that you think I am nuts, and you hate me.”

Five drew in a deep breath, his eyes floating to the ceiling for a moment before he held your eye again and countered, “Well, if you think that, then you are right about the other things you wrote about me. I am a complete asshole and treat people like shit, but that is not my intent right now, despite my past and what my face says. You were very accurate and astute when it comes to nailing down who I really am, but perhaps when it comes to how I really feel about all this, and you, you shouldn’t be looking at my face.”

Before you could ask him what he meant by that, Five slid his arm around your waist, pulling your hips flush with his, and that forceful maneuver made it very clear what he thought about what you wrote.

Wiping your eyes as your heart raced, you muttered a very unintelligent sounding, “Oh.”

Five’s excruciatingly soft looking lips pulled up on one side, the look of it matching what you only now recognized in the sparking emerald of his shining eyes. There was a menacing level of mischief in him that was all the more strengthened by his burning arousal.

Confidently taking you by the wrist, Five led you back to the desk. Pressing you back against the unforgiving wood surface, directly between him and his chair as he said, “I am sorry I have been so…” His smile widened and you felt like you could melt from the sheer sight of his dimple deepening. “I have been so blind. You are right about everything you said about me.”

Swallowing down the lump in your throat, you tried not to lose it over the way he was looking at you or the feel of his long fingers trailing up your thighs, not stopping until they were hidden just under the hem of your skirt where he let them settle.

Not sure what was happening, you shakily asked, “How much did you read?”

“All of it. Twice,” he blew across your lips as his teasingly hovered so close it was making you dizzy. “You shouldn’t be embarrassed. Your writing is very good,” Five added as he flipped your hair aside and his mouth brushed with featherlight gentleness against your neck, making spiraling fireworks of tingles run up and down your spine.

You shut your eyes, feeling like you were having an outer body experience as Five placed tender but persistently more certain kisses along your throat and the shell of your ear. “You’re not mad?” you quietly asked, lost in his extremely loving touches.

Five’s fingers came up, moving a strand of hair from your forehead before those same fingertips tickled across your cheek then gripped your chin, forcing your face up next to his.

Your droopy eyes reactively flipped open.

“No. I am not mad,” he quietly responded, the comforting green of his eyes all but overtaken with the darkness of his growing lust. “I was mad at first and not just because you like to write stories about me. At first, I was hell bent on ending you for interfering in matters that don’t concern you. Pushing my family to choose such an inadequate name for our foundation was your crime and I was going to make you pay, but I see all that a little differently now. Funny how hearing a little truth done in the right way can make a very old, yet forever young fool see the light,” he finished with a chuckle that sounded so unbelievably charming coming from such a normally serious person.

“You don’t like the name, and you wanted to end me? That’s why you stole my laptop?”

Five laughed again. “Thanks to you, the name might be growing on me.” Ignoring your other questions he somewhat less assuredly said, “Is it true what you said about me… That part you wrote about how in the face of how much I lost, the fact that I never stopped fighting to change things for the better was the most admirable and important quality a person could have?”

“Yes. Of course I meant it.  You’re an example of what it means to be strong and not give up and that’s what these kids need, and that is why I suggested that name after hearing your brother Klaus ramble on for hours about your life and how wonderful you are. You are someone they can look up to and that name seemed like it spoke of the trials yet also many triumphs of your amazing life.” Seeing Five’s face light up and feeling brave, you cautiously added, “From what I hear, we are all lucky you never gave up and aren’t lost anymore. If not for you, there wouldn’t be a world left. We owe our life to you.”

Five looked down at the minimal space between you, his dark lashes fanning his beautifully flushed cheeks.

“That’s not necessarily true, and in many ways, I am still lost,” he admitted. “You were right, I push people away. I lack basic social skills and I have been way too much of an arrogant prick to own that, and for it, I am alone.” His smoldering eyes flipped back up. “But I don’t want that. I want someone that sees me the way you do and isn’t scared of who I really am.”

The slightest tic as his jaw tensed was the only sign that Five wasn’t as sure of himself as he appeared.  

“Are you scared of me?” he provocatively lured, almost as if he were baiting you.

You croaked back a very embarrassing sounding, “No.”

Looking like he loved that, Five excitedly asked, “Good, then will you let me show you how sorry I am for being a dick, and how much I appreciate you making me see all this in a new way? You are right. Nothing sticks it to my old man like making this place in name and purpose into something about giving people less fortunate a second chance. That is not what he’s about and using his name and things he knows are a jab at him is a perfect fuck you.”

That smile of Five’s that could explode a girl’s lady bits came out to play again and with it his hand ran down your back, gripping you by hard on the ass.

“Since you seemed to like the idea of it, and you haven’t kicked me in the balls yet, will you give me a chance to make your fiction come to life?”  he courteously questioned, though none of this conversation had anything to do with any form of normal social decorum.

As his words hit home, Five quirked a dark brow at you, and again, ever so subtly, he let you get a feel of his desire as he trapped your body between his and the desk.

“What I lack in experience, I tend to make up with determination and my ability to quickly learn even the most complex concepts and tasks,” he added hopefully.

Squirming a little, your eyes flit over the contours of Five’s face as you tried to imagine the older man that he really was, but like usual, you could only nail that part of him down in the unnaturally assured way he held himself. Like it had from the first time you laid eyes on him, the paradox that was Five Hargreeves only made you want him more.

“I could let you do that…” you flirtatiously dangled, “as long as you aren’t planning on ending me still. Being all scary like you are is hot and all, but the threats against my life and livelihood are sort of a lady boner kill.”

Letting out another laugh that you could hardly believe you were hearing coming from him, Five nodded. “You aren’t going anywhere, sweetheart. Not until I give us both a happy ending and I don’t mean that kind of ending,” he growled just before his lips crashed against yours and his hand moved behind your neck, locking you to him.

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⚠️This concludes the PG 13 ending option. Go on if you want the explicit ending option.

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Five’s kiss took your breath away. His tongue pushed inside your mouth as he searched for more.

His kiss was perfectly unpracticed, warm and innocent.

The feel of him letting himself go in this way had you securing your legs around his backside, encouraging him to take even more, which he did, urging your bottom up onto the desk where he held you on the edge.

The protrusion of Five’s erect cock jabbed into your abdomen as he thrust himself against you as if he was already fucking you. “Fuck, I fucking want you,” he wetly gasped as he let your mouth go, only to assault your neck and then your collarbone with nips and needy kisses that were sure to leave their mark.

With his sucking and well timed bites, he was hitting all your most sensitive spots, and you knew without asking that he’d learned just what to do to drive you wild from what he’d just read. As your head dropped back and your eyes closed, you couldn’t believe that a story that was never meant for his eyes had accidentally stoked this passion in him and had now come to this.

Feeling his hand moving higher under your skirt, you let out a huffy little moan, followed by a whining sound. With a smile, Five looked up, looking first at your puffy lips and then your glossy eyes as if something had just occurred to him.

As you were trying to figure out why he’d stopped, he leaned into your ear, softly speaking something in another language. “Sei così bella. Voglio conoscere ogni parte di te ed essere tutto ciò che pensi che io sia..”  (You are so beautiful. I want to know every part of you and be all the things you think I am.)

As Five moved along, kissing your jaw, you didn’t even get to ask what he’d said before his fingers were dropping down over your underwear.

“Well, well, well…” he tutted. “You aren’t supposed to be wearing these.” With that, Five remedied that deviation from your story, flipping your legs together and then tugging your panties down so he could stuff them in his back pocket.

His lips brushed yours and you trembled from that as well as the sensation of his fingers coming at you back and forth. They were gliding between your folds as he gauged your reactions to his explorations with a look of devoted persistence that proved he wasn’t kidding when he said he was all about learning the best way to please you. 

Soon Five had you making sounds that were somewhere between pathetic whimpers and pleas for more. Then with no warning, he pushed two fingers inside you, and half mad, your mind spiraled into chaos ad he crooked the digits upwards. He worked them in and out with an intensity that was bordering on too much and your body spasmed around him, your legs at his backside clenching him tighter before going limp as you cried out his name.

Five smiled with satisfaction, pulling back just a little to watch your chest heaving and your body writhe.

“That’s it, honey, only next time I want the entire city to know I am fucking you,” he smugly informed before diving back in to kiss you again, all the while his long fingers never stopped dragging out every last tremor of your release.

Even in your state of bliss you could tell that Five was trying and failing to one-handedly undo his belt. Softly pushing him back, you weren’t sure he was going to relent but when he did, he looked humorously desperate.

“Wait you breathed. You can have me as many times as you want and in any way you want, but first there’s something I’ve been dying to do to you.”

That perked Five’s attention.

You pulled your lip between your teeth for only a moment before you pounced on him, your humiliation from earlier now nothing more than an afterthought as you pushed Five back and down into his chair. His vest buttons were your first target, and you relished the feeling of Five straining as you took control and your hands worked, unpackaging him.

Next, the shiny little buttons on his dress shirt popped open, one-by-one.

Once done, you ran your hands across Five’s exposed upper body, loving how firm and smooth his skin was. The contours of his leanly defined abs made him look like some kind of sex God. The very fine trail of dark hair leading from his belly button down, along with the ‘V’ shaped arrow of his muscle leading into his pants, were a sight to behold on their own but they were also drawing your attention to another intriguing a part of him that you could already tell was plenty more than average sized.

Not one to be outdone, while you were checking him out, Five suddenly reached up and ripped your blouse open, making it your second clothing casualty if you counted your underpants that he’d stolen.

His voice was barely more than a whisper but this time you were pretty sure you knew what the single word he spoke meant.

“Perfetta.” (Perfect.)

As your mouth moved to his, he shot forward to meet you, but Five was still mostly letting you have your way with him as you finished undoing his pants and pulled them open so you could fish him out of the thin cotton restraining him.

“My turn,” you warned before coming back to Five’s awaiting mouth, your kiss muffling his groan as your hand pumped his hard length, testing him and finding him deliciously responsive and dripping with pre-cum.

You saw a tinge of madness in his gaze as your thumb circled, teasing the slit of skin and the ridge surrounding the underside of his tip. Your adoring kisses moved down his neck, cherishing every curve and dip of his flesh as he swallowed down what you could only assume was how much he wanted to move this along.

One more kiss, your tongue tracing along his teeth before you sucked at his bottom lip and another spark of need had him pushing down on the armrests so he could better rock his shaft up into your hand even more than he already was.

Five’s thoughts came out in a rush of disjointed words. “Plea- Please. Oh, fuck yes,” he grunted and gasped. 

His chocolatey brown hair fell in his eyes, but it didn’t matter because they were closed so beautifully in his state of total surrender. 

“I have waited so long to have this,” he groaned as you jerked him harder and faster.

“And you’ve waited long enough,” you whispered against his lips before slipping lower, kissing his jaw and quivering stomach muscles along the way as you moved down between his legs.

As your mouth found him, you could only hope that Five felt truly young and free as he looked. You meant it in your story when you said that he deserved this and so much more.

You took him in, letting him push down your throat until it was too much, but even then you fought to hold your mouth around him, encasing his throbbing cock with hollowed cheeks and the flat of your tongue.

You knew you’d given him some form of peace when he anxiously reached back, tugging at his own hair. A warmth started filling your mouth, not stopping as you swallowed the flood of his seed down. His eyes sprung wide, and his mouth dropped open, a guttural sound flying from his lips as his head fell back helplessly against the upholstered chair.  

You knew right then; you’d never forget that beautiful look on his face or the beautiful sounds he’d made. But more than that, you’d never forget the way Five made you feel when he looked at you.

You weren’t one-hundred percent sure that he had never been with a woman like this, but it had been strongly hinted by his brother that may have been the case. Just the fact that he trusted you to be his first brought a whole new depth to this moment. It was so empowering, it felt like pure energy was running through your veins.

Of all people, Five had chosen you.

Through his soft panting, Five looked all sorts of delirious, slouching in his father’s grand chair, with his clothes askew and his dick in your hand as you gave him a few final licks and proceeded to stretch your jaw and shyly smile up at him. Not about to let the fun end, you crawled up in his lap, letting your legs fall through the armrests at his sides so you were straddling him.

Five’s eyes fluttered open and closed as his hands gripped your hips and he gave you a little bounce on his knees. He smiled so happily and sleepily it made your heart skip a beat. Then he said, “Ready for round two, gorgeous?”

“Are you,” you teased, letting your fingers weave together around the backside of his neck as you leaned back so you could admire him in all his post organism, messy haired glory.

“Not yet, but I will be soon,” Five replied and he clearly meant it too. He was still partially hard, and by the way he had just started rubbing your tits and looked totally enthralled with how they were hardening for him, you were pretty sure that with a little more educational exploration of your body it wouldn’t take him long to be ready to go again.

“Five,” you breathed as he plucked and teased your nipples.

“Hmmm,” he sweetly hummed as his mouth found one, sucking on it with increasing pressure until you squeaked, so he resorted again to softly groping and nipping instead.

“What did you say to me before?” you questioned while still recovering from that.

“I asked you to go on a date with me after we finish this little reenactment of yours,” he replied, his words slow and thick. “I need an older woman like you to show me the way of the world and keep me in line and nothing would make me happier than to take you to dinner tonight and tomorrow night and...”

Oh my God.

Gone was the jerk you’d been walking on pins and needles around, and here was a man pouring out his heart to you though you hardly knew each other. To add to your dismay, you could tell he at least partially was lying. There’s no way Five had said all of that while glammering you with his ability to speak in seductive sounding languages. His arrogant little smirk as he lied only added to his power over you, yet you found that all you wanted was to kiss it right off his pretty lying face.

“Well, is it a plan? Will you go on a date with me?” he pushed, while also pushing his hardening shaft into the hand that you had been using to leisurely stroke him.

You laughed at the absurdity of the situation you’d gotten yourself into. The age differences you were dealing with were complicated to say the least, not to mention that you’d already messed up how normal people went about starting this kind of thing.

Doing your best pouty face, you pretended to be offended. “I am not older than you. Not really”

“No, you are not,” he agreed then frowned too and just like that, you wanted to do anything in your power to make him smile again.

Leaning in, you gave Five the softest, most chaste kiss you could.

“I take that as a yes to both aforementioned questions,” he mumbled, not even breaking your kiss as his arms fastened around you and he started lifting you both out of the chair.

Not stopping, in a matter of seconds, Five had you repositioned on top of the desk with his body lined up between your legs.

With his dick in hand, Five didn’t look at all embarrassed as he jerked himself off as he patiently waited for your answer.

This man had said he wasn’t going to end you but right then you knew he was ruin you for anyone else.

“Yes to both,” you frantically gulped, to which Five instantly started swiping his cockhead across your slicked wet entrance.

 “Ohhh, fuu-ah-auck!” he moaned as he sank forward and your body stretched and clenched around him with each slow dip inside you that he took.

Biting down your own much higher pitched curse, your fingernails went up under his shirt, stripping it and his vest off.

As Five’s entire length disappeared all the way inside you your body folded around him.

You saw stars and Five also looked perfectly shattered by what he must have been feeling and seeing.

Clinging to him, your fingers dug into his back and he carefully began to roll his hips, fucking you deeply at first, only switching to full and more abrupt thrusts the more your body accepted him.    

It was as things were starting to really get moving that Luther walked in.

 “Hey, Five?” he started to question before he saw you and what Five was doing to you and then let out a very startled sounding, “Oh SHIT!”

You were already trying to cover breasts but Five didn’t seem concerned about it at all. With hardly a look up over your shoulder, with his cock still slamming into your cunt as he bucked his strong hips, hitting you just right, he roughly grunted out, “I. Smell. Something. Burning. Arrr-you trying to think again, Luther?”

Five’s larger than life brother was floundering, the heels of his shoes clumsily moving backwards before he ran into the wall.

“I urrr-umm… I felt bad. I mean, we felt bad,” he frantically rambled. “I was coming back to see if you were feeling any better about the naming thing. We can go with your idea if you really want and…and we were hoping you changed your mind about coming out to the karaoke bar with us and…shit. This is awkward!”

Still using your legs for leverage as he fucked you as hard as he could, looking up with a goofy smile you’d never seen him make as he casually blew his hair out of his face, Five spoke as if nothing was amiss at all. “I love the ‘Hargreeves Home for Wayward Boys’ name. It’s perfect, just like my smart lady right here said it was, but really Luther… No shit this is awkward for you! Get the fuck out. Can’t you see that I’m a little busy?”

As your body started to tense and then fall into quaking vibrations of uncoiling heat all compounded by flaming embarrassment, just then, Ben rounded the corner, letting out a cynical sounding laugh as his hand flew over his mouth then came down slapping his leg instead. 

“Come on, big guy. Looks like this isn’t the time for a family chat,” he said, guiding his frozen brother out of the room.

Alone again, you were somewhere between orgasmic bliss and an odd sort of mortification filled with the feeling that nothing really mattered but the man whose head had fallen against your chest as he started to spill inside you while muttering praises that made your heart feel like it might burst.

This was nuts. All of this was. But somehow, it made sense. It was perfect and you couldn’t have written it happening any better.

Somehow, with Five and his crazy family, you knew things would always be unexpected and extraordinary, but you were ready for it. The once broken but not beaten wayward boy was proving he was far from giving up and he didn’t need special powers to make your wildest dreams come true. He just needed to be the person he'd always been.

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[m4nd0l0r]

Hungered Sin.

Description: Desire is a humanly feeling, it bubbles and foams— and it’s either one acts upon it, or let it simmer pathetically down the drain.

Ship: Five Hargreeves x GN! Reader

Word Count: 1.2k (this was supposed to be short uhhh)

Author’s Note: (short note 4 tonight :”)) guess who wrote this at 2am….. i did— this is just pure horny (smut (not piv LMFAO) specifically) (about temptation and what not) born from their parent named academic stress (cough i struggled writing this a little so if its clunky..i’m sorry 😭)… if this has any typos- welp…i’ll going to fix any of those… in the morning (or someday we’ll never know)!— anyway- i hope you giys like this one! (i loved writing this even tho i fought tooth and nail w my docs w this-) (likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated!! they motivate sm fr)

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“Can I hug you?” 

You asked him in a soft breath, dressed in a dark pinkish mauve turtleneck. It was somewhat tight, wrapping its cloth unto your body as if it were some sort of clay. It wasn’t your usual color, always somewhat preferring something else— and yet Five still stares, focusing, and as entranced as he can be. 

His eyes always find their way trailing to wherever he pleases. A ‘curious’ look coats his pupils as he unabashedly stares. And you plainly see it, every damn time— he doesn’t even try to hide it. 

He always, always- made himself obvious, as if he was letting you watch himself unfold right in front of you. 

And as you look him in the eye, daring to lick your bottom lip right in front of him. You don’t ask him why he stares, because you’re doing this on purpose. The glint in your pupils was too mischievous, even from you. 

Five has a good eye, that’s something you were- if not, need to be- sure of. 

He notices everything— he just does. It would be stupid to assume he wasn’t keen- observant even. 

Every time his fingers fasten his blazer- his wrists, swivelling as he adjusts his cuffs— or even when he holds something- even just a bottle, it always intrigues you— makes you cast your eyes right to his fingertips, a devilish gleam coats you. 

Honestly, he questions whenever you gawk unto his hands- supposedly, there was nothing much to marvel at. Blunt clean fingernails to keep jobs easier— filled with callouses from working with digging off scraps, adjusting weapons to fit his precision- his knuckles whitening from the amount of times skin has been scraped off and bloodied. 

And yet, you were so enthralled with such a simple thing- to the point that it drives him mad- Insane even, it surprises him on how you could be so interested in something so plain. 

But he would be a liar if he said he wasn’t amused. 

A tingly, warm feeling courses through Five’s veins as if he were some sort of addict, injecting himself with what the world can offer, and in this case, it was need. 

“Of course, angel.” His voice low, it rolls smoothly as if it were silk. 

A realization settled on his part- it was also want. The impulse to feel, to fully caress, he wants to embrace you even closer, to further bind you to his skin— your blood simultaneously pumps through your heart as his syncs with yours. 

The burning itch, as if flames would eat him alive if he dares not to think of it— to not think of pressing his lips up to the back of your neck, or on the crook by your pulse. 

The sheer pure want that settles into his lungs, the urge to breathe you in— He stops himself, letting himself feel you suddenly leave open kisses onto his face, a wind’s touch to clouds; light yet so rousing. 

“That wasn’t part of your deal.” Five teases, you only sigh unto his cheek, chuckling. 

“C’mon- can’t I kiss you out of all people?” Your voice drawls, a raised brow is drawn from your face. It only serves to make him laugh. 

“You don’t even need to ask.” He clarifies, shaking his own head. Your mouth shapes itself like clay, and he only sees your toothy smile— it was genuine; an artisan’s craft, and he merely admires it.  

Your lips press down almost roughly but still so soft as you hold his face by your palms. Your breath tickling his skin as if you were the sun to the sea. And one kiss after another, he was sure you would leave kiss marks, and as much as he hated messes, damn it- he likes it. 

He felt perverted, for liking it this much— your simple kisses bubbled something in his chest, and it was drowning him. 

It was as if something set off in him; a fire fed with fuel, as he felt your fingertips slide further by his ears, right at the crook of his nape.  You lightly caress his head as you leave another kiss right beside his mouth- and he only leans in further. 

His hands slip- wrapping his fingers unto yours as he guides them down from his own face to his upper arms. Your face quivers in confusion, but it fades, his palms hike down to your sides, to your waist— He pulls you close to him, pushing his lips to yours. 

You merely open your mouth, his tongue muffling a sound that escapes your throat— You grip onto his shoulders almost tightly, and his only reaction was a smile that you felt form on your own lips. He lets his hands slither underneath your sweater, caressing so softly to your supple skin. 

And he was sure— that he fell into this trap, letting himself become strung unto the threads of temptation. That this hunger for you has grown as each day passes, and his need to feast merely grows precariously; an invasive weed to a perfect field. 

He presses himself closer to you, throwing you off- and his hands only further skid through the creases of your back— the pads of his fingertips cold compared to the warmth of your skin. He can’t help it— the pure festered desire just can’t quell itself, and all he finds himself wanting is more. 

Adjusting his head, he tilts himself, your teeth bump into each other but he doesn’t mind— he wants this, he needs to be closer- and god— Your hips pressed to his, roughly shifting yourself to match his movements. His pelvis teasingly slides down, hiking back up and burying himself unto your own, your body tenses.

He slips out a shaky groan— He could have sworn he felt his own eyes flutter out of shock. His fingers almost painfully dig down to your skin, and you hum in response. “Fuck.“ His eyes roll, a guttural grunt slipping again from his throat. Before you could even come back to the depths of his lips— His hands- still underneath your sweater- trail to your bare sides, making you shudder. 

He almost stopped- a small impulse sprouts itself to go back up and to press his lips against yours— But he doesn’t— feeling you push yourself to his palms, urging- silently pleading him to continue— and his laugh vibrates, a searing sensation against you. 

“You really want this?” He whispers to your ear, warm to your flushed skin. You merely form a small serpentine grin, not even hesitating to murmur a silken yes so low he almost didn’t even hear it- yet, it dares to shudder a ripple unto his own spine.

He drags his lips again unto you— and you only huff breathily, echoing a hum of pleasure as Five trails up. His hands grasp unto you, and he forces himself to watch, to see the glint of deconcentration that shone in your eyes because of him. How your mouth shaped into an “O” just as you felt him touch— The way you tried to hide your now aflamed face, only receiving another chuckle as his fingers slipped even lower, briefly touching your waist. 

Damn it- This— you were a pure act of desecration; the destroying of his own control. It was irreverent-  sinful, to even think that he needs, desires you this much. 

It was as if he were a man desperate to get even a drop from an oasis’s springs in a desert full of sand and grime threatening to choke him with each breath he takes; he was simply feeling something quell in his throat, it was as if it were thirst— or even worse, it was hunger. 

He knows— Fascination wraps unto him; an anchor into the depths of desire.

And all his sight lets him conjure is you, the one who plagues his dreams with temptation— merely watching him sink down with it. 

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[badkitty3000]

Physical Fitness

Five has been distant lately, but you discover all he needs is a good workout to get his mind back on you again

Words: 2800

Warnings: Smut, Daddy kink, masturbation

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Five doesn’t always give you his utmost attention when he gets home. Some days he’s bursting through the door, pissed off about one thing or another, already in mid-sentence while he rants about the lack of brain cells in whoever was annoying him that day. So, you listen quietly, with an amused expression that you try and hide from him until he calms down enough for you to speak. Usually, all it takes is a soft kiss, a scratch down his back with your nails, and maybe even a stiff drink and he’s back to being putty in your hands.

You don’t care if he stomps around the kitchen, slamming cupboard doors and rattling the glasses inside. Or if he’s so worked up, he can’t sit still and he paces back and forth in the living room while muttering various curse words under his breath. You don’t mind because his anger is never aimed at you, and you are also the only one who can dare to try and calm him down without fear of bodily harm.

No, those things don’t bother you. What does bother you is when he outright ignores you. Those times when he hurries through the door, waves a hasty hello without even glancing up, and shuts himself away in his office. When you try and go to him, knocking hesitantly on the door and cracking it open, he’ll look up momentarily from whatever he’s doing, give you a brief smile, and he’s back at it again. On those days, you’ve learned to just let him be. But it still doesn’t make you any less irritated.

He knows it pisses you off. So, later, when you’ve gone to bed before him and you’re feigning sleep, he’ll slip in behind you and pull you close. He’ll whisper how much he loves you and place kisses along your shoulder and neck until you can’t take it anymore and you’re pushing back against him, having forgotten what you were mad about in the first place.

Those days used to be few and far between, but lately, it’s become a habit. Every day these past two weeks, it’s been one quick peck on the cheek or brief hug, before he’s back at his “research” and ignoring you behind closed doors. You’ve tried talking to him, and he says he’ll make an effort but so far you haven’t seen anything change. You know you have a solid relationship and he would never do anything to intentionally hurt you, but you’re not sure why he’s acting like this. Probably just because he’s an oblivious man wrapped up in his own world, but still, it’s making you worry.

When you are stressed, you usually throw yourself into some kind of physical activity. For a while it was kickboxing, and then it was tennis. Lately, it’s been yoga. It seems to work well for relaxing your mind while also getting a bit of a workout. Tonight you think about going to the studio that you usually frequent, but decide you’re too lazy and you’ll just do your own routine at home.

Five is still not home, but you aren’t going to wait for him. Not like it would matter anyway. You change into your sports bra and black leggings, pull your hair back in a ponytail, and fill up your water bottle. Once you are set up in the living room, with the lights dimmed and relaxing music playing, you begin with a few stretches and then move into some more advanced poses.

Your workout is an hour long and about 30 minutes in you have a nice sheen of sweat covering your body and you’re feeling good. The next half is more about cooling down and resetting your mind. As you are getting into position for the next pose, you hear Five open and close the door to the house, and his footsteps walking towards the room you’re in. You don’t stop what you’re doing. Your time is valuable too, and if he can’t be bothered to stop what he’s doing lately, then why should you?

You sense Five walk into the room just as you are bending over in downward facing dog, your hands on the floor in front of you and your ass in the air. You can’t see his face, but when you look through your legs, you can see that he has stopped in the doorway. Then you watch as his polished black dress shoes cross over one another and he leans into the door frame. When you stand up and look over your shoulder you see him casually watching you with a wolfish grin.

“Please, don’t let me stop you,” he says, gesturing with his hand for you to continue. His shirt sleeves are uncuffed and rolled up his forearms as he crosses his arms over his chest in an air of superiority.

You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling. “Is this what I have to do to get your attention these days? Bend over in tight pants?”

“It doesn’t hurt.”

You huff, turning away from him. “Well, I’m going to finish my workout, so either sit there quietly or go back to your office.”

“Alright, I will,” you hear him say as you get back to your routine.

Assuming he was talking about the latter of your two suggestions, you’re caught off guard when you see him cross over and sit down in one of the armchairs facing you.

“What are you doing?”

He shrugs with a smirk. “Sitting here quietly.”

Not really wanting to indulge him in whatever he’s up to, you turn away again with a loud sigh and move into another pose. There’s a few more minutes of balancing with your butt on display in Five’s direction, but he doesn’t say anything. Then you move onto the ground on your stomach, pushing the top half of your body up with your arms and looking towards the ceiling.

“So, what’s that one called?”

You sigh again. “Cobra. I thought you were supposed to be quiet.”

When you turn around again, your mouth opens in a partial gape as you watch Five in his chair. He is sitting with his legs splayed and his hand on the very prominent bulge in his crotch, eyeing you up like a hungry predator.

“I got your cobra right here, honey,” he says with a smile, and you can see he’s trying not to laugh at his stupid innuendo.

You try to hold in your own giggle but you can’t and you shake your head. “You’re disgusting.”

With another smart-ass grin, he pulls his tie off, discarding it on the floor. “No. Whipping out my dick and jerking off while watching you would be disgusting.”

Before you can make a comment, he starts doing exactly that; unbuckling his belt and unzipping the fly to his pants. He pushes them down far enough to expose his fully hard cock and he gives it a long stroke with his hand, all while keeping his eyes on you.

You should be disgusted. Or annoyed, at the very least. But, fuck, he looks hot sitting there with his sleeves rolled up and his hair flopping onto his forehead; thick cock in his hand. Your breath speeds up just a little and you swallow the pool of saliva that has collected in your mouth.

You clear your throat and flip your ponytail over your shoulder with a sly grin. “Well…you do what you want, I guess. I’m going to finish this workout.”

As you turn away, you decide you’re going to give him as good of a show as you can come up with. You get down on the ground in child’s pose, making sure to spread your knees out wide and push your ass back towards your heels while you splay your arms out in front of you in supplication. You can’t see him, but the thought of what he is doing while watching you is getting you wet and creating a damp spot in the crotch of your pants.

You are slow and deliberate with your movements, and you are back on your hands and knees, only this time you turn to face him. His breathing is louder as he shamelessly works his fist over his cock, running his thumb over the head and jerking his hips up. You can hear the wet slapping noises as his fingers spread the continuous flow of pre-cum over his shaft and he picks up the pace. One side of his mouth turns up as you look at him but he doesn’t slow his movements.

“Fuck, baby, keep going,” he breathes out.

With a breathy laugh you get back to it, pushing your ass up and arching your neck back in a cow pose. It gives him a nice view of your tits in your skimpy sports bra and you hear him let out a quiet grunt while he vigorously pleasures himself. When you flip around and push your hips towards the sky, legs spread wide in a bridge pose, you hear him moan softly.

Turning back over and staying on your hands and knees, you look up at him with wide, pleading eyes and start to crawl slowly towards him. His breath hitches in his throat when you stop between his legs, wetting your plump pink lips with your tongue and gazing up through a fan of dark lashes. Five lets out a long groan when you reach up and place your hand around his, guiding him as he slowly pumps his cock up and down.

“Do you want to fuck me, Daddy?” you ask as sweetly and innocently as possible.

Five lets out a growl through gritted teeth as he thrusts his hips up into the tight fist around his dick.

“Yes. Fuck, yes, I want to fuck you.”

You lean forward and run the flat of your tongue up the underside of his shaft, from base to tip, keeping your eyes on him until he closes his and leans his head back with a whine.

When you pull back, taking your hand with you, he looks back down at you with a deep crease between his dark brows as you start tracing one finger over the top of his thigh and sticking out your bottom lip.

“Five, I want nothing more than to feel your big, thick cock inside of me right now, but here’s the thing. Unless you get that gorgeous, brilliant head out of your ass and start making an effort to acknowledge me around here, I’m afraid that cobra of yours is going to get mighty lonely. Understand?”

Five lets out a disbelieving laugh. “You can’t be serious.”

You pout some more and then back away, shaking your head. “Sorry, baby. I’m very serious.”

Before you let him respond, your back is turned to him again and you’re bending over in an upside-down V shape while running a hand slowly over one ass cheek and down the back of your thigh.

“Fuck…” you hear him moan under his breath and you know you’ve got him. “I’m sorry,” he says, his voice sounding just a tad on the pitiful side. “I will make an effort to pay attention to you more.”

You look at him through your legs again, watching him pout with his dick in his hand, and you smile. “No more slinking into your office the minute you get home and ignoring me?”

“No, I promise. No more.”

You love that he’s practically begging you now, desperate and panting as you tease him with your tight, round ass in front of his face. You press back a little more to accentuate it.

“Alright then, as long as you promise. Now, what was it that you wanted to do to me?”

In a literal flash, Five is behind you, pants falling to the ground and his hands on your hips, tugging you backward. You shriek as he slams his pelvis into your backside, his solid cock pushing between your clothed legs. He yanks you back up to standing with a hand wrapped around your ponytail, his breath hot on your neck as his low and deadly voice buzzes over your skin.

“On your hands and knees. Daddy’s going to fuck you now.”

With a pathetic moan that is partly due to the fact that you can’t help yourself when it comes to his demands, you drop to the floor on your hands and knees. He’s behind you again, tugging at the waistband of your pants and pulling them down your thighs. When you feel his fingers slip in between your legs, your body instinctively reacts by pressing backward onto his hand.

“Five…” you whine, your head hanging down as he pushes his fingers inside you. “Please…”

“What’s wrong sweetheart? I thought you wanted more attention from me.”

You thrust your hips back and forth, fucking his fingers while you moan and gasp like some kind of feral creature. When he pulls his hand away, you feel his wet fingers on your back as he pushes your torso towards the ground. He’s teasing you with his cock, rubbing his leaking head against your clit and through your folds until you can’t stand it anymore.

“Five!” you cry, your face pushed against the floor.

“Let me hear you, darling. Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck me! Please!”

Five doesn’t hesitate for a second, slipping inside of you, pushing all of the way in until his hips are flush with your ass. He grips your waist tightly, holding you there while you squirm against him.

“Fuuuck…” he groans. “You know exactly how Daddy likes it.”

After a strong slap to your ass, Five starts fucking you hard and deep, driving into you with enough force that your body is propelled forward and you know you’re going to have rug burn on your arms and knees. But it doesn’t matter, because everything he is doing is exactly right. Each time he pounds into you, and you feel his thick cock filling you up, you cry out from how good it feels. Your pussy is soaking wet and throbbing with each thrust and you’re not sure how much more you can take.

He's breathing loud and hard behind you, a loud grunt accompanying each snap of his hips, hands firmly clutching your body; holding you steady while he pumps inside of you.

“Oh shit, you’re such a good girl for me, sweetheart. I want to feel you come on my cock,” he rasps.

With one expert move of his hand around the front of you, his fingers finding your clit and pressing into it hard, you yell out.

“Oh, god, Five! Yesss….oh fffuckk…I…I…oh shh…”

Your orgasm hits you hard and your fingers claw into the carpet beneath you, your knuckles white, and your body spasming uncontrollably against his. You continue moaning his name while he pounds into you a few more times before swearing loudly and exploding inside of you. You both stay like that, the muscles in your bodies tight and locked into position as your cries and whines soften and then subside. Soon, there is nothing but the ragged sound of your heavy breathing, and you feel him start to soften and pull out.

You both collapse onto the floor on your backs, chests heaving and shiny with sweat. When you look over at Five, you smile and then start laughing breathily.

“What’s so funny?” he smirks, turning his head to the side to look at you while he reaches down to pull up his pants.

You begin to pull up your own as you grin back at him. “You. If I had known all I needed to do to get your attention was stick my ass in your face, I would have done that weeks ago.”

Five chuckles and moves over next to you, propping his head up with one hand. He pushes a damp piece of hair off your face. “It definitely doesn’t hurt for you to do that, and I will always pay attention when that luscious ass is in my face. But I should have listened to you before. I’m sorry if you’ve felt ignored.”

“I just like spending time with you. I don’t mind you going off and doing whatever it is you do in there, but maybe sometimes include me too? You don’t have to shut me out of everything.”

He nods. “You’re right. And like I said, I promise I will stop from here on out.”

He leans down and kisses you while you run a hand through his soft hair. “I’m not sure why or how I love you as much as I do,” you sigh.

“Me either. But, god, am I glad you do.”

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[messers-moony]

FRIENDS | F.H

Pairing: Five Hargreeves X Fem!Reader

Summary: Five doesn’t like the relationship the reader has with Diego.

It was no secret Diego, and Y/n had a close relationship. The two had been practically inseparable since they were adopted. Admittedly it made all their siblings jealous with how close they were. 

Once Five disappeared, Y/n stayed thirteen, and Diego still stood by his sister's side. He even took her away from the horrid house they lived in since she couldn’t leave due to her young age. 

Throughout everything, the apocalypse and the doomsday, they stuck together. They even ended up in Dallas together. What a coincidence. 

Afterward, their relationship never faded, still the same old same old. All the Hargreeves lived in the house they resided in their entire childhood. 

“ Hey, babe. “ Diego commented as Y/n walked into the kitchen, “ Hey. “ Y/n yawned. 

However, the secret of the house was the young teenagers had a crush on each other. Five Hargreeves and Y/n Hargreeves had a crush on each other. But both teenagers were utterly oblivious. 

Five was sitting at the end of the kitchen table as he drank his coffee, watching the two bluntly flirt with each other. 

Diego smirked, “ Lookin good. “ Diego complimented, “ Shut up. “ Y/n replied. 

The girl grabbed herself a cup of coffee and sat herself down at the table. Laying her arms down and she laid her head down, still exhausted. 

“ You okay, doll? “ Diego asked as he continued cooking, and Y/n let out an incomprehensible groan.

Diego walked over and gently kissed her head, making Five growl. The boy spatial jumped away, annoyed the to brim. Y/n lifted her head to look at Diego, and they both shrugged. 

Later on in the day, when Y/n was actually awake and living, she checked on Five. Knocking on his door and heard no response until the door flew open. Five was mad, possibly even envious. Who is he kidding? He was jealous above all bars. 

Y/n coughed awkwardly, “ H- Hey Five. “ 

“ What are you and Diego? “ Five snapped at the nervous female, “ We’re friends. That’s all. “ Y/n responded hesitantly. 

Then a gasp was heard it was Diego, “ Y- You don’t like me? “ Diego joked, but Five obviously wasn’t taking it that way, “ We’re friends, Dee. “ Y/n replied, trying to hold her laughs. 

“ That isn’t what you told me last night! “ Diego yelled as he walked off, making Y/n scoff, “ You dickwad! “ Y/n shouted, smiling gleefully at her playful best friend. 

“ S- So it is true then. You and Diego are together? “ Five stuttered, “ No! “ Y/n yelled. 

Quickly she fixed her tone, “ No. He was being a dickhead and joking around. Plus, I’ve got my eyes on someone else. “ Y/n sheepishly admitted. 

“ Who? “ Five queried, and Y/n giggled, walking past him to sit on his bed. 

Five took a seat on his desk chair as Y/n looked around at the brilliant equations in a chalk font around the room. Five loved the way her face lit up when he spoke intelligently. 

“ Well, the guy I like is obviously my age, physically that is. It would be weird if he weren’t, even if I am thirty years old. “ Y/n began to ramble, making Five subconsciously smile and fiddle with a pencil, “ He’s like really brilliant. I’ve never met a guy with a mind like him. “ 

The girl laid back on his bed, gushing about her crush on him without him knowing, “ Five when I tell you he’s got the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen, I mean it. I mean, honestly, they’re my favorite feature about him. They’re so cute. “ Y/n continued, “ What color are they? “ Five inquired, trying to hide his smirk 

“ They’re like this really pretty greenish blue shade. In some lights, they look blue, but in most lights, they look green, and in others, they look like both. It’s the perfect amount of each color to make up the ideal hex code for an aquamarine color. “ Y/n answered, “ Oh! Not to mention his very dark brunette hair. Very cute and always soft. “ 

“ Do you have a crush on anyone? “ Y/n questioned, turning to the male sitting at the desk chair, “ Indeed I do. “ Five smiled. 

Y/n’s eyes lit up, “ I wanna hear about who’s got Five going soft! “ 

Five chuckled as he tapped his pencil, “ Well, she’s very playful, which kinda contradicts who I am, but she gets me to loosen up. I mean, she contradicts me in every way. It’s rather funny. “ Five explained with a breathy chuckle as Y/n furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. 

“ I mean, she’s my complete opposite. She’s caring, understanding, and happy. Meanwhile, I’m quite inconsiderate at times. I do care; I just don’t know how to show it, and most of the time, I’m serious or stern. “ Five elaborated, making Y/n nod her head, “ But she, she shows me how to change myself. Every day I’m around her, I feel like I’m growing more considerate, I’m learning how to show I care, and she teaches me how to be happy. “ Five said as a gorgeous smile graced his features. 

Y/n sighed, “ She sounds lovely. “ Y/n smiled. 

“ Oh, she is. “ Five boasted, “ Except there’s one guy that always gets in my way. “ Five almost sneered. 

Y/n sat up and tilted her head, “ He always flirts with her, and it drives me up the wall. “ Five confessed. 

“ Does this male happen to go by the name Diego Hargreeves? “ Y/n smirked, “ Ye- “ Five began until he realized he fell into her trap. 

The male blushed furiously as he looked down at his lap, fiddling his pencil, and Y/n chuckled, “ You’re so stupid. “ Y/n spoke. 

Five stood up from his chair and walked over to the female sitting on his bed. Gently he lifted her chin to meet his gaze and leaned down to kiss her. The girl instantly responded, and he laid her down as he climbed onto her. 

Finally, once he released the female from the long kiss, “ You’re mine. “ Five whispered, looking into her e/c eyes, “ I’m yours. “ Y/n smiled in response. 

Five let his arms go and just laid on top of her, his head in the crook of her neck, and both of the lovers just laid there. 

“ No more flirting with Diego. “ Five’s voice came out muffled from it being buried in her neck; Y/n giggled, “ Okay. “

Then the next morning, Five woke up holding a familiar female in his arms. Gently he kissed her forehead and walked downstairs to make coffee. Y/n came downstairs and sat on the counter beside the coffee pot, making Five smile. 

“ Good morning, doll. How’d you sleep? “ Diego smirked, expecting a flirtatious replied in response, “ She's mine. “ Five replied, kissing her cheek making Y/n blush. 

Diego’s jaw dropped to the floor, “ Finally! “ 

“ See Five, told you we were just friends. “ Y/n giggled, jumping off the counter. 

“ Yeah, just friends. “ 

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